The day was long, the sun, so hot, so bright
She squints, she left her hat at home this time
Soon the sun would release its vicious hold
She opens her book, the glaring white page
The straps of her suit digs into her skin
The lake is glass, no other boats for miles
Trees are softly hanging over the cove
Reflecting on the glass surface, doubling
The boat bobs softly with gentle movement
Birds speak in song in the branches above
Crickets in the tall grass play instruments
She, in her glorious reality
Enjoys the clever world within the page
Paradise in nature, summertime joys
About the Creator
Heather Foster
For me, writing is just something I enjoy doing. I have written a novel and I am in the process of getting it published. Follow my on Instagram - @BottledFirefliesNovel
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