Feelings drift  in summer heated air

Feelings drift  in summer heated air
As silent reverie gives minds  their ample space
 Trees more heavy with excessives leaves
Droop like shades across their garden home
Sun near   horizontal in its streams
Creates deep shadows where it cannot reach.

The ripened plums are almost out of reach
Their fragrance lends a splendour to the air
And as their leaves fall gently by the stream
More gaps are made and sunshine gets  ripe space
Such a cherished  respite  is a   home
Hear small  wild creatures rustle in the leaves.

Yet even here the world outside can reach
Despite our music sonorous  in the air
For News we hear,so pity  from us streams
We cannot stay for always in  this space
Technologies now stamp  around the  home
Take up our mind and good thoughts outward leave

And yet we must still reach  for   mental space
Streams of mercy leave   homes  aired with grace.

I got all the 6 words in the last 2  lines!