21 May 2012
Beneath the blazing sun's relentless heat, Men and flocks are sweltering, Pines are scorched.
We hear the cuckoo's voice, Then sweet songs of the turtle, dove and finch are heard.
Soft breezes stir the air, But threatening north wind swipes them suddenly aside.
The shepherd trembles, Fearful of violent storm and what may lie ahead.
Summer - Allegro • Opuss № I