I Remember...

I am standing on top of a cliff, Its pure white rocks gleaming in the sun. The sea is gently lashing against them, I can hear the waves rolling in, one by one. I am standing at one of the furthest points, Like someone about to jump. The soft green grass beneath my feet, Not a cloud in the clear, clear sky. The Isle of Wight in the distance, The sun gleaming down its beams. The sea is just tumbling on and on, seeming to never end, It is so still and tranquil, a pin prick would make a ripple. The air smells sweet and fresh, As I take a deep breathe in. The birds up above, calling each other, Enjoying the warmth of the sun. I too can feel the sun on my face, The warm glow of my skin. I look down underneath me, And watch the waves tumbling in. I let out a big sigh. Forgetting my fear, Of the height that I am standing at, Because... summer, is finally here.