The Branches' Summer Song

  The Branches' Summer Song.

Golden sun on brilliant leaves, summer branches,  
Their brilliance, soon to fade away,  
As autumn hues come out to play.
  

For now, they shine, a vibrant show,  
Where softest breezes gently blow.  
Bright blossoms bloom in hues, so bold 
Their story through the blooms unfolds.  

The crimson blush, the lemon glow,  
A painter's dream, a vivid show.  
Each branch a grand, exquisite stand,  
With summer's bounty close at hand.  

The Branches reach for skies so blue,  
Secrets of summer come into view.  
Birdsong echoes, joy it brings,  
In cheerful notes, the season sings.  

A dance of green and golden light,  
Leaves in the sun take graceful flight.  
Each bough a cradle, strong and true,  
Cradling fruit in morning dew.  
They tell of days that never fade,  
Dreams lost in summer's golden shade.  

T.J. Tomberlin  

T. J. Tomberlin  

Rainy Afternoon on an English Street




The Rain pouring down in the





picturesque English town.





 dripping raindrops 





the trees align with





historical old buildings 





The flowers embrace the raindrops 





enhancing the shining beauty





The rain is heavenly





felt 





so drenched from the downpour 





enriched to the core. 





on a rainy Afternoon on an English street





the ambiance is complete.























T. J. Tomberlin  

Summer Rain in the Meadow
Deep drinks the meadow, dust parade washed from each thirsty blade. Bright wildflowers shimmer, bathed in light, the air alive with clean delight. Earth sighs a spell, as summer's rain, sweet and long, subsides. Sun's vibrant song then breaks, and new, the meadow gleams. Each drop is a gem, a woven dream— a florid world where beauty teems
The meadow drinks, its parched blades deep, where dust of long parades now sleeps. Wildflowers glow, a vibrant sight, bathed in soft, ethereal light.The air, a fresh and clean perfume, as earth exhales and sheds its gloom.
The summer rain, both sweet and long, then fades, and the sun breaks, clear and strong. The meadow sparkles, fresh and bright, each droplet; a gem in morning light— a world of magic, gently spread, on gossamer threads, by beauty led.

T.J.Tomberlin

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The Rain pouring down in the





picturesque English town.





 dripping raindrops 





the trees align with





historical old buildings 





The flowers embrace the raindrops 





enhancing the shining beauty





The rain is heavenly





felt 





so drenched from the downpour 





enriched to the core. 





on a rainy Afternoon on an English street





the ambiance is complete.























T. J. Tomberlin