The Lovers, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1875)

Love’s Summer Day

The soft summer breeze wrestles with the leaves
Putting at ease our thoughts with its perfume
Discomfort of our stresses it relieves
Its natural elation we consume

Eager business of the dapple sunlight
Moves about like fluttering butterflies
Pausing for a moment then taking flight
Any attempt of capture it defies

Listen to the summer songs of the birds
Their melody provides such great pleasure
We smile searching for the suitable words
Their golden voices are living treasure

Time passes as the trees shadows grow long
Is now the nightingale who sings its song