Summer

The hot breeze of the season,
Gives me the only reason,
To go see the waves,
That passes through the caves.

The touch of the sun rays,
Give such praise.
The sound in the distance,
Makes me wonder about the existence,
Of the pure crystal water,
That only makes the season hotter.

Summer blessed it is,
As all are gathered as one,
Taking the life in bliss,
While I surrender in spun.