July

Desert dry Summer shy Cloudless sky Fanning palms are waving hi Green is golden, shade is sly Cool one moment, slips on by Wind is wispy, like a sigh As it brushes butterflies Have you ever seen a kite so high? On this peaceful patch of grass I lie Wishing, whisper, wonder why As I watch my thoughts drift by These clouds of many shapes I spy Filling up my blank blue sky Like tears welling in my eyes As summer palm trees wave goodbye.