Cold Lemonade

I am cold lemonade on a warm summer's day

I wonder if the sun will ever fade

I hear children screaming "lemonade, lemonade"

I see people lining up at the stand

I am happy with what i am

I am just a delicious drink

I pretend that no one will drink me

I feel sad that I won't live much longer

I touch the chilled paper cup that contains me

I worry, that my ice cubes will melt

I cry tears of lemonade

I am just a sweet beverage

I understand that eventually someone will drink me

I say swish and splash and swish

I dream of winter days and hot soup

I try to not spill over

I hope that I am not too sour

I am a cold lemonade on a warm summer's day