Sunny Summer

The warm morning 

Cools by the shadowy shelter,

Heavy winds 

Brings hot chills,

A glass of icy water

Splashes the thirsty throat,

Breathe run so fast

The craving of getting cool

Turns the tap,

So far the fridge gives 

A sleepy nap,

The juicy fruit must

Have an applause 

To turn the ages into fresh fruits,

The long evening dips in toast

To make the night frost,

Moonlight welcomes the slow

Air, to wind the dying flames,

Again rise with the sun high

And heat kissing our forehead.