I believe in summer

The way Some people believe that come shall it, a saviour,

To restore and renew what was broken.

It is the same foundation I poured my fate in summer.

Like a soup made of delicious marble stone,

Burning over a steady steamy well of lava so does the blow boil.

That’s why summer gets hotter with the years

But it is still. Summer is our hiding Place,

A welcome distraction from the changes in nature

And the coldness of winter that spring did not completely chase away.

So I do believe in summer with all my heart,

And the sunshine that does the skin bake,

In the folly at the waters’ sides, in the romance the birds in summer,

Just like the faithful believers, I hold my breath and pray for summer.

I believe that summer will come and always come.