The next Morning after a stormy night, I wake up to peeling fresh ginger and lime, How beautiful it is to see this new day. As i sit on my bed with window open and the blue sky shining bright while this summers sun is beaming naturally against the green leafy trees, i gently sip onto this fruit filled spiced water of purity. The breeze of the summer floats through the window and i feel it brush against my delicate skin. Longing to taste and smell Summer's last few pieces of nature's breath air. Cool and windy, i can see that Summer in slowly coming to an end.
A nostalgic poem about Summer and how we're in August, now we are slowly coming to the end of summer.