Everyday becoming more hot, Children out to play, Running in & out a lot, Letting the cool air escape away!
The taste of wild honeysuckles in their mouth, Dandelions stuck in their hair, Making wishes without a care, Their brows evident of the sun's glare!
Giggles turn into cry's, Play turns into childhood fights, They've overdone it now, Over indulgence play her hand; using the rebirth of spring.
Hypnotized by the grassy green hills, Covered with new blooms of daffodils, Time to gather them inside to sit still, The children will sleep good tonight. ~SacredInkedBlood