The Rhymes Do Come To Me

The rhymes do come to me and i pen them down
But never for money or for literary renown
Just one of those people who was born to rhyme
I have been a rhymer for four decades of time

A near to perfect day of twenty two degrees
With warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
Not too warm or too cool just a nice Summer's day
Earthly Utopia from here cannot be far away

Not too cool or too warm for the time of year
The chirping of young birds so pleasant to hear
Butterflies of many colors white to red spotted and brown
Seemingly dance in the sky above the park of the town

In the clear blue sky just a few clouds of gray
And in a nearby paddock the sweet scent of grass recently mowed for hay
And the park looking so green after recent showers of rain
With such beautiful weather how could one complain

Ever since i was a boy her i have admired
And of singing Nature's praises i have never grown tired
For January in the Southern Summer such a pleasant day
Utopia from this place cannot be far away.