To quiet summers

The squeal of children laughing
that drifts in with the breeze
feel of wet earth against your skin
as you tender it on your knees

With bare feet walk on grass so green
to be caught in a sudden showers
to breathe in that cool evening air
be enveloped in the scent of flowers

To watch clouds pass you idly by
to be domiciled under blue skies
to leave industry just for a while
and give into natures lullabies

The End

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