Summer

The dense, crisp air circles around me.
The birds sing their song of happiness into my ears.
The soft breeze tickles me, as I lay in a field of grass.

I look up to find puffy, cottonballs in the sky.
Swirling, moving, toward it's vast center.
A tiny insect starts his journey across my palm.

A cloud of smoke is visable through the air.
The aroma of freshly grilled food fill my nostrils with pleasure.
I have been reunited with summer, and it is time to feast.