I am a summer child, eyes blazing like the sun when it’s closest to the earth.
My heart is the meaning of love stimulated by its left ventricle.
The ocean is my home. I dwell in the tides of a life known and unknown to humanity.
I am God’s child. With gentle hands he molded me, the summer child.
Summer probed me, until she found me in my mother’s womb.
And then she met me late July, when I dangled free from her legs.
Here I am a bundle of glee. I love the rain in the winter and butterflies that kiss the leaves of trees.
I climb mountains that finger the sky. I fall in love at every chance, ravenous for its fruits.
I yearn to savor its sweet juices that flow from starved lips. I hate the sun.
Why can’t I be the one to give the sky a warm embrace?
Why can't I give the ocean a blue blanket?
Oh, how wonderful it must be to give the world some light.
I say Yes to world peace.
We will never have peace, so just give me a piece of sunshine.
I love the color blue.
It reminds me of the sky that turns her nose up at the world below her.
I am peace, joy and the love that touches ones heart.
I am the sun, the ocean, the sky and the butterfly that rest
inconspicuously on your shoulder.

**This is who I am!