A days escape,
A gentle flow,
A promising dismissal of where you don’t want to go.
A breeze that passes the aroma so clear,
The warmth of touching a glow appeared.
The melody that plays just right on time,
Tickling the ear with rhythms and rhymes.
A season that comes but once a year,
A seaons with memories,
A season with laughs,
A season that you desperately want to last.
Escaping the next to get to the other,
Gentle experiences that flow perfectly together.
