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The late spring sunshine flashes through my window and plays its long shadows,
The longest days of the year pile up heading for the Whitsuntide,
The lush green fields lead to the golden horizons as Sun tires from his long day,
The song birds still sing working from dawn to dusk to raise their hungry broods,
The bluebells, Lillie’s, summers extravaganza a riot of colour will soon fill the gardens and hedges,
The time of plenty, lush, light, airy, oh how we love this brief interlude of summer,
The British wait so long for the changing of the seasons, May’s promise is accompanied by chill,
The May people dare to leave their coats off and take a nervous stroll wary of an icy blast,
The changing seasons all have their special time their own beauty and splendour, but,
The children's brief mid-term holidays make them look forward to the long holiday to come,
The sad thing is that by then the summer is already on the wane and nights are creeping in,
The summer song will soon fade and its echo will last briefly like the passing years, but,
The memories of summer do not die even in the depth of winter, for the British know,
The summer will come back from where it has been hiding. beyond our gaze, and,
The long light days of late spring will once again head for the joyous Whitsuntide.