Let's tidy up the clouds, fold them all away
Hide in nature's drawers 'til the end of day
And help the wind to ease its limbs gently float on by
Then iron wrinkled creases in the big blue sky.
Let's call to the summer sun explain we want to play
Shine the cheerful yellow face, 'til the end of day.
Winters' cold, Winters' bleak and Winter lasts too long
Come on shy summer, come back where you belong
The rain and snow must go to bed, away from our sight
Let the warmth smile at us with heat so very bright.
Distant fog and freezing sleet will quickly pass away
As, swiftly nervous sun creeps in, 'til the end of day.
Linda Hurdwell is a retired lady who lives in Ascot, Berkshire, England.