Summer_verse: The great sun is rising above the green hill, His golden light gleaming on meadow and rill, He shines on the flowers, they wake one by one, And spread out their petals to greet the great sun. They dance in the sunshine to greet the bright day. They dance in the sunshine so blithe and so gay. The violets all curtsey, the bluebells ring sweet. The daisies twirl round in their skirts white and neat.