Something Called Summer!

Every morning

The bright golden sun

Crawls up like a child

And washes the dark black sky

Into a bright light shade of blue.

The silvery clouds

Get up from their sleeps

And start travelling around the sky

Visiting the wonderful corners of this earth.

I sit and watch the trees,

Sway in a slowly warming breeze.

It is that time of the year

When dusted of the coldness of the winters

Begin to blossom into something called summer!