Summer Morning Symphony

Another stupid poem I wrote about "nature" idk why that topic fascinates me so much

June's sweet summer sun beats down

Upon the grass the dew shimmers in the early morning.

Oh, isn't it glorious to all be so still

And yet, so full of life.

There is a moment of silence, an appreciation?

No, it is the time which the city fades 

And nature blasts its magnificent horns

Birds, breezes, leaves all sections of the choir.

What splendid rhapsody now bestows my ears!

Once hidden but ever-present

Remaining in the corners of extravagance

There is no escape, and I would not want one

Author's Note

Version 1- i'll probably come back to this to add more