Siting under the great oak tree

No one else but me

As I breathe in

The Summer air

Other kids play at the fair

I cuddle up with a good book

Sitting in my favorite nook

The little dove flying in the air

Filled with lots love and care

I feel a little chilly breeze

Lots of kids are full of ease

For the thing I love

The most

While trying not to boast

Lots of things are old and new

Scattered in a cloud of blue

Yet no cloud in the sky

All in a golden afternoon,

Under the skies of

Cloudless blue