I guess we all have a room full of Summer where we keep the most fresh flowers of our lives.
If someone will ask me where is Summer I will answer to look in his secret room behind the box full of spring which is on the same shelf with winter
and there he will find a bottle full of...Summer Wine.
But in the same time I would say to drink with Care not to get drunk of...Summer Wine.
When I was a child in the summer, while lying on a rug of flowers watching the clouds that were moving slowly across the sky and from time to time
with a single thought on my order they moved in the direction that I wanted.
For me it was a game but now I realize that it was a real game.."the game of summer clouds."
And this because I was singing to summer a Melodie D'amour
When the Rainbow is looking to flowers from the sky above he will see a rainbow of flowers.
because tears of Summer are made of Love and when summer cries she cries with flowers.
Summer has Seven eternities and she burns with seven fires and each fire lasts seven thousand years before Nature will open her gates again for a new
Earth's Summer.
Each summer Nature speaks to us and she tell us...
and we do as she is pleased without even realising that we have obeyed a Nature's order.
I guess that summer will tell us those convincing words to excuse nature...
Hmm summer sounds better then this rainy cold outside the window, I would prefer snow but no, all we get up here is more rain and crappy weather, I
think were supposed to get some snow come February if were lucky.
You have a good point, and make a good argument. Summer is awesome.