The sun warms me to my core.
The green grass engulfs me
I watch the clouds float by.
Condensation creeps down the glass.
Ice slowly disappearing,
Turning my bright yellow drink cloudy.
Birds fly above me in a perfect arrow.
Flies buzz in my ear
While bees pollinate the petunias
I hear the laughter of children in the distance.
The pool is the color of the bright blue sky,
The light breeze creating wave.
It's hard to read with the glare of the sun,
but as long as the sun is hot,
and my lemonade is sweet,
nothing else matters.
You don't ask for much from life - just enjoying the simple things, which usually deliver the greatest pleasure, after all A well written poem, Lila.
Ah! You have beautifully described the perfect summer day! Great visual imagery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
summertime is my favorite time of the year. I love the heat of the sun too, good write