Freshest Summer Field

April 2, 2012
The subtle warmth,

Tugs at your eyes,

Like the undertow of a wave enticing your body

When out of nowhere,

Its vigor shocks you,

Like the crashing of a crest in your face

You flow with the current of the meadow’s hills

As they carry you in the company of their vibrance

Tossing you amongst the sun’s rays

Yellows, purples, and blues crash,

Enveloping you in a flood of renewal and youth,

In the ocean of the freshest summer field

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