Life is good today,

Sun is shining, birds are singing

All is rather well

I can smugly sit and dwell

On garden dug and weeds controlled

And now a beer my hand to hold

 

Not today for doom and gloom

Or a poet trapped in darkened room

But bask in summer, nature’s glory

(Even if at times it’s gory,)

 

I can sit and read or  idly watch

The birds that nest or bees that flit

Busily from flower to flower 

Filling up their busy hours

 

Smell the grass now freshly cut

And soak up sun there is no buts,

Or may be’s also’s, possibly not’s

But just English sun , the best we’ve got.