The bright green grass to cheer.
Muddy paths and dust play like children.
Sweat and toil take the human shape.
Dry leaves have rattled away,
Nice bright pink, yellow and orange flowers blooms everywhere.
Summer’s heat, nightingales sing sweet all come by.
Mangoes on the trees;
Ice creams on the plates.
Children go swimming, there days never ending.
Playing all day long, they hardly come home.
Home brings relief.
Indoors smells sweet.
Lemons crushed in lemonade,
bright and refreshing.
Bubbling away in the bubble bath.
My soul quietly drifting from the past.