Days Of Summer

Just a reflection on summertime

Days of Summer

The rolling hills of the country side
lush with green grass,
indian paintbrush for miles.
I run, with laughter in my eyes.
I look around,
and I see that you are following close behind.
Chasing me,
playfully, you tackle me to the ground.
Tickling me,
I'm laughing out loud.
Finally you give it a rest,
and lay beside me,
Catching your breath.
The sky so blue
with the promise that it will return tomorrow.
The fragrance of summer
gifted by all the flowers.
Nothing but God, sky, and land surround us.
With the sounds of summer
to serenade us.