Summer Morning

Looking out my window, I see birds that fly

And soar and dip in the wide blue sky.

Daisies, roses, daffodils

Blossom, explode, and paint the hills.

There’re daddy longlegs, ladybugs,

Creeping, crawling things;

Things with stripes, things with dots,

Butterflies with wings.

Can you see why my favorite things

Of all the ones I know

Are summertime and morning

That I see from my window?