The wonderful aroma of wild flowers
Honey bees buzzing from place to place
Birds chirping their repetitive songs
Lemonade stands on
every
corner
L i n e d with eager children all thirsting for the same thing
Bare feet
Tan feet
Smiling faces
Sunshine, sunshine
Bathing the skin of everyone at the beach
Sunglasses
blocking it out
Sundresses
welcoming it in
Popsicles in every color imaginable
Flip flops
No socks
Happy people
Picnics on the green, green grass
Cool breeze relieving every muscle
Sun goes
d
o
w
n
Warm weather remains
No worries
It's summer
About the Creator
Shelby Tewes
A complicated person wanting simple things
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