Summer 1

Ball of fire, burning bright,
Lights the sky to our delight,
Though it's too hot, you hold me tight,
Painting panting memories in sweat.

Hand in hand we watch the clouds,
Mammoth cotton buds roll gently around,
A happy buzzing beastie lands besides us on the ground,
Didn't I always say you smell as sweet as honey?

Fields of green, red and gold,
Every day like this, until we grow old,
Doesn't matter what time of year, we'll never get cold,
You are my summer, i love you so.

The End

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