Something lost in the rustic leaves br Of an old September song br I've found again in summer retrieves br Of June daydreaming long br Feelings I thought were lost and gone br Full of hope in their breeze br Are here again to carry me on br In their sideways of believes br br Yesterday became young and new br Catching the slight softly leaves br That yellow brown withering blew br Near into the oblivion eves br Fresh again every pathway is br Coming full of musing fantasies on br Treetops in their peeks and whiz br Summer days of pulchritudinous yon br br Summer is like a song that comes br With full chorus lines rising br And into every verdure space hums br Full of tincturing surprising br The love songs spring tides weaving br Much hope to look forward to br After a dimwitted night aggrieving br Before June roads came through br br br br (A song from my ‘Beautiful Melodies’, a lead sheet shall follow shortly on the net)br br Peter S.