the sky is blue
as a vista
the air flew
through the color festival
the sun shines
like a crystal
the trees are green of lime
it's the summer time
everyone feels fine
the ice cream is being licked
the grapes are being picked
the beach is calling
the clothes are falling
the Earth is still turning
everyone fancies
what a great summer it will be
and for those who asks
what's so special about summer
i suggest you read this poem again
then you will understand
that the summer
is The Man
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The World.
PoetryBeyond the noise of the world there's a stairway leading to the basement of a fantastic world.
