Summer

The sun is stretching; so am I.  

The shade trees reach their hands up high

Tummy tickles for the sky

While clouds pass by, just saying hi.

A strong wind rustles through the trees

I close my eyes and feel the breeze

And open them just when i please

And listen to the bees.

The babes are playing in the grass,

They're running past so very fast

And laughing at the shadows cast

By summer slipping past.

SamanthaFrost

 

6-21-13