I know it’s always easier in the summer, but

I awake each day to the taste of honey.
Even as those uncountable chittering things
Sing so sweetly,
And I catches glimpses of the visage,
Briefly,
Along the blunted edge of my vision,
It’s all so beautiful.
 
Even if this is just a brief reprieve,
It’s always easier in the summer,
I am gladdened by it.
 
I know that, before the grand mouth,
We’re all chewed the same,
But I awake each day to the taste of honey.