Summer

Written for a creative writing class a few years ago.

It’s life, its hope

It’s hot, it’s humid

The flowers, the trees

The peace, the quiet

The time to think

It’s a way to escape

It’s a place to nap

The cool morning air

The stars in the night

It’s the streams running strong

It’s the colors

It’s the sounds in the night

The animals running loose

The grass on your feet

The water in your hair

 The wind in your face

The sunrise

 

The sunset

It’s the way you feel in the dead of the night

It’s the feeling of the cool water on your back

It’s the cry in the night

The hope in the breeze

The chill in the night

The plea for help, the hand that helps

The dreams that soar

It’s the life that thrives

The time for inspiration

The life that finds its way in the dark

The conquered fears that scar the innocent

The dreams and hopes that hide in the dark