walking through a summer meadow – all the shades of green and yellow
sticky fruit juice. bees buzz. sudden rains. swinging moods. summer-like views.
so green, so soft it’s the grass that grows in summer, the straw mats feel rougher
thunder in the midst of a peaceful sunny day; my heart is in dismay
when you’re there – not a beep; when you leave, everybody has heaps to speak