by Bianca Guzman

The days are long,
The wind’s just right.
I sit here waiting,
Waiting for nothing.

The sun beaming down,
The grass warm and cozy,
Bright blue sky showing its true colors;
Only some clouds are in sight.

A beautiful day to run,
Perfect day to play,
Go for a swim to cool off.
Everything is just right.

Each day can be different.
It can be too hot so you won’t leave the house.
Stormy clouds can ruin the mood.
But a summer day can be just perfect.