A Relaxed-Summer Poem by Sana Singh

As the daystar peeps over its horizon
The seasonal aurora hits,
The parched grits of the shore gain visitors,
A massive pondering from the heavens to the surf.
Streets gain people,
Markets furnish deals,
Rivers get splashed, children's laughters in the air.
Farmers grin at the orb,
As they recieve presents of watermelons and mangoes.
Families travel and gather,
Seasonal warm nights,
A vacation with a strong break, summer's hug.
A poultry's carol voice echoes around,
How should not the orb be weary?
It radiates east to west overtime,
Being the luna's silver in the endless dusk.
It receives the gratitude of the Nexus,
Photogs snap the flawless lightened petals.
Coastal attires depleted,
Park picnics and barbecues, icecreams and treats.
Doublets visit flicks.
There we go! The ball hits the target!
Lead skincare o' ladies and gentlemen,
The centre-sphere boils!
Partial endings with wildlife,
Not yet the climax!
Next phase kins and pals pop in!
They wander over the coastal grits, caressing them.
Who not love the decisive phase of the sun?
So do I.
Hence, the heart rests there,
And passion, love along with admiration fills the spot.
The venue where the sun lands and takes off,
Dawn to the dusk!