Sonnet 36, There's Song for The Summer

There's song for the summer now coming out
Passing flights of songsters through the green trees,
All the sleeping beauty coming now about
Demented choirs gone in the winter breeze;
Rapid seedlings growing from the soil up
Calling to the clouds passing by with rain,
Every mountain like a faraway blue top
Taking out the grayness of the frosty lain.

Lilies of the valleys adornment in thy eyes
Bringing through the darkness love they have grown,
Colors from dark roots under that never dries;
Love songs that the summer can call its own,
We have in our life futures we have self made
Which's so full of thoughts and composite aggrade.