Lakeside Summer Serenity

I wrote this poem while romanticizing the summer at a time heat was already killing me.This poem screams an ideal summer to me and it is certainly not that deep because why are you even here? Go to a nearby lake and read my poetry.

dear gentle reader’s, go out and have fun

the summer is here, go visit a bookstore

feel the zephyr as it touches your face

when sun is up high and

swan’s playful game in the lake

sit by the lake with poetry in one hand

watch ladybug climb up your hand

lay down your head on the green grass

watch the paintings that tree shadow paints

forget your tiring efforts, make new memories