Riya

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I’ve tried to write about summer,
About the green blades tickling my vulnerable toes
The sun’s radiant source of warmth and light -
Always at a high tide time during the day.
About the sweet smell of crisp green leaves and flowers of colors that shall never grow ancient.
And the cricket’s drums mixed with the melodies of late night birds and lanterns that fireflies bring.
About the clear rainfall of stars from above
And the emotions the night sky brings to light up a peaceful mind.
About the warm winds rocking me to sleep,
And the push I have to give to keep my eyes awake one second longer to absorb everything.

I’ve tried to write about summer
About the way my smile stretches for miles where I continue to walk on
To reach the end.
About the stories by a blazing fire that unravel secrets from the past.
About the sweet pitter patter of droplets falling from paradise
About the twinkling of the stars as they circle around me, inviting me home
About the dusty old smell that arises from books
Where adventures play out
With lions that can fly and oceans that can sing.

I’ve tried to write about the summer
Because it’s mystical,
Loving and bright,
I’ve tried so many times
And yet I can’t convert such a strength of blinding beauty
To simple
Black and white
Words.