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.