A glass of wine and a riveting book,
The sight of flowers wherever you look;
The twitter of birds as they hop around -
Always a more than welcome sound;
The hum of bees among the flowers –
So much a part of summer hours;
A seat located in the shade,
With a rug or cushions overlaid;
Various scents which waft through the air,
Making you very much aware
Of the beauty of perfumes out-of-doors,
Whose presence makes you stop and pause;
A feeling of peace, so rare today,
That you might hope is there to stay.
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