Oh！Summer Come and Let me Bloom, Cause I’m Home
In a forest full of birds, insects, and wolves. The wind blows the trees as the wind speaks to the wild. The crimson and saffron colors of the leaves, the brightness of the apricot Sun. She swayed past a sloping Road, she saw a book sitting in between the tree’s trunk. The wind blows, the birds sing, happy, happy is the girl, who stayed and read the secret of the forest. The deafening yet flowery forest awaits its beauty. Summer, summer come, and let me bloom. The girl stays as she listens to the song of the wild, the sound of the trees, the bitter sweet smell of the leaves falling from the trees. Summer, summer come, and let me bloom cause I’m home. Which home? What kind of home? You may ask, I say; a home filled with joy, hope & love that you could rarely find in any other homes. A home not too far from happiness, nor too far from love. But a home with beautiful emotions that anyone could ever ask for. With its beige and ivory colors all around its trees. A beautiful cobalt and apricot trunk. Its branches are colored in a creamy shade. Its crooned birds with its mumbled wooden sidewalk sound. What other home could I ask for it it isn't like this one? The silence of the night and taint smell of the outdoors. What other home could ask for if it isn't this one? The odor and aroma of the morning and dawn. The rich Taste of the wind in the refresh and air. The sun shines and the view of Aurora at night. What other home could I ask for if it isn’t this one? My nose, eyes, and mind rest at ease in this place of joy and hope. What other home could I ask for if it isn’t this one? Summer, summer comes, and let me bloom, cause I’m home.
