Summer Breeze

As the slow beam of sun falls on top of me,

the sun is hot and warm.

The slow breeze flies through my hair,

The leaves dance and prance in the slow morning breeze,

The trees whisper amongst each other telling secrets in the hot sun,

The breeze whips me away into another land,

It’s quiet and the breeze is soft against my face,

The birds’ tweet to each other and sing their soft melody,

As the soft breeze passes by me it strokes my hair,

Like a mother bird.

The wind blows and blows as if I was as light as a feather

As the sun starts to set, the moonlight glaze fills the sky.

As the breeze falls on top of me,

the night begins to sparkle.