The sun’s finger, br drifts through my window everyday. br It warms the room br and the person sitting there. br br He stands by the window br looking out at the world br with joyous voices br hailing summer fair. br br All the flowers br in the garden br sparkle the day br with colour there. br br There are no tears br of sorrow, br only laughter and joy br knowing summer is here. br br The world seems alive br with song and colours br coming from here and there br now that summer is here. br br The throes that winter brought br have vanished with the sun. br Little birds greet each morning br with the waking of the sun.