Ode to Summer

Oh the glorious heat, how it burns the skin, boils the blood, and leaves your skin feeling sickly sticky from sweat. Smell the dirt, the grass, the mass. The leaves playing with it, creating freckled shadows, dancing, but I can not rejoice in this. I see the tree that stands firmly, the flowers stretching high, a society constantly moving, there really no room the fly.

Oh summer, the time of the season where the water calls you, its crisp, cooling and can quench the dryiest of souls. The mini dresses, and ice cream make it a blur so you cant see the in between. Le ete what joy you bring to anyone, with a mere touch of your rays, you could be a peacekeeper, a light in a tunnel so glim or the very essence this planet works. Ode to summer and ode to the sun!