Summer breeze

A sweet warm crawls arround the neck
The bright blue ocean
The shiny day
Never ending smile and laugh
The drinks rehydrate the body

Until a phone rings
Shaken the earth

It supposed to be shiny but now its thunder
It supposed to be the chickadee not the raven
A bright and vibrant color shall be the main colour, not the black with the sorrow
The tears with the screams
Hoping it would never happen

It was the breeze kept him happy
It's the breeze making him suffer.