Summertime

Summertime White lace and lemonade, the powder is white sugar. It is very sweet to eat. The tea jar is out, and baking still, but the magic lies within. It is not nearly dark, but the time of the lark is truly close at hand. We will all stand together, and pray, for the day, and each other. before the end. Yet, for now we dance, and prance about, like wild animals let go, for a show. The air is full of buzzing bugs. The smell is like no other. Flowers are in full bloom. Trails to run on, paths to walk on. Things to do everywhere, Words to say, and time for play, if you only may... and leave out the can. Bright summer sand to lay on, a million pieces of shells... bashed upon each... one and another to make a bed, soft. We play as friends, and love as family. We think about nothing, but the afternoon. Fall is far off, and winter is of no concern. We are happy.