Count the date on the calendar.
Less than a week to go to the sea.
Mojito with too much ice and brown sugar.
Mentally pace with bare feet, in comfy tee.
Offshore breeze, laundry, and barbecue,
Summer sweetens also humoresque and morning dew!
Count the roses, lie in the garden.
Less than them are only clear night stars.
Mom makes all the faves in the kitchen.
Mention that dad’s about to start the car!
Of all the time in a whole year, summer
Magic countlessly makes me wonder.
“I love the first time. I want my whole life to be composed of them. Life is only interesting if life is wide.” – KYD