The summer’s eve declining,
One reclining in repose
As the gillyflowers of garden
Seduce the senses of the nose.
Was our own Creator
Able to foresee,
Pleasure in the meadow blooms
Sprinkled on the lea?
Rosettes of earth’s creation,
Paying homage to the Bee,
Clouds forever forming
Suspended o’er the sea.
Seasons come and seasons go
In alternating light;
With us just left to ponder
The wonders in our sight.
Monty Alexander 27.2.12