Summer,
The season that is
perfectly balanced,
Between spring and
autumn,
A salvation from the
cold and misery,
Like spring,
But better, longer,
and infinitely more wonderful.
Summer isn't just
one feeling,
It's several
different sensations,
The bright sun rays
that pour from the sun,
Hanging in the
magnificent, blue canopy,
That stretches above
us for ever,
The warm sunshine
that kisses my cheeks,
The long, orange
grass and sweet wild flowers,
That brush around my
knees,
In the gentle,
smooth breeze,
Casting pollen into
the air.
The sharp crunch of
the freshly-picked apple,
The luscious taste
swirling in my mouth.
The scent of the
soft, mellow banana,
And the sticky peach
juices,
That dribble down my
chin.
It's the long, lay
evenings,
That catch the last
few rays of sun,
The perfect
pinpricks of stars
In the clear night
sky.
Each little thing
joined together,
Together creates the
taste of summer.
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