A summer wind plays
Singing a sweet tune,
Utters words that faze,
Makes sounds like mews,
Makes sounds like roars,
Echoes in my head,
Rings, suddenly caws.
Why do you do that?
If you want to lull,
No doubt you will.
Days are rather dull!
Please, be my sleeping pill!
Let me dream of her
As you can do that.
You can! What a bore!
So, be my pad.
So a summer was not wasted by a poet, sounds romantic