I can only think of poetry...
Sonnets...
And sweet words...
I must have been mothered by the moon ...
And fathered by the wind...
For I dream of poems being blown in the wind...
And of verses inspired by the night...
I Have a Dreamy heart...
And a sensitive soul...
I can be as strong as a rock...
Or as frail as an eggshell...
For I am human...
And have hope and fears...
Thoughts and Ideas...
I don't know how to smile...
But I can make you laugh...
The dreams of anyone who reads these lines are more important than mine...
For a poet's only dream is to see everyone's dreams become true...

If the summer was a week...
Then August would be the Sunday of summer...
For is the month where green is the king...
Sunny blue skies and white fluffy clouds in our company...
The wind and Birds chirping,  our melody...
And red sunrises and sunsets framing the day...
I really could not ask for more...
I could get lost in a universe where August would run in a time loop...
Legend says the moon was born one day in August... 
And it may well be true...
This week we have a full moon...
As if the moon wanted to remind us of her birthday...
But we are the ones receiving the gift of a bright moon in the sky..