Young Summer

The sweet juice of summer runs down my chin, while innocent laughter rings in my ears. Sunflowers chase the dazzling sun on its boundless journey, encircling the earth. Seed lies ready below the sand waiting, to burst forth with the colour of life This is the summer I long for, the summer of my high-spirited youth Heady romance drifts on the wind, infecting the masses with strange old magic Children frolic in the radiant rivers as dreamy dragonflies skim the surface The sweet juice of summer runs down my chin