Summertime

The leaves are full and green again,
lazy and soaked with heat.
No more fights and contests to win
only warm grass under feet.

I’m drunk and warmed through with the sun,
laughing and running on air.
Why should I stop? It’s so much fun.
What you think; why should I care.

For a while I’ve lost my chains.
I’m lazy, happy, and free.
No more aches, no more pains,
just outside under this tree.

Please stay a bit longer, under this tree,
only with you am I free of me.




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poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru, so dont steal or I will find you and punch you in the back of the head. NO not really, I will slowly toture you until your final agonizing death a couple of years later. You see, if I had to chose my favorite poem of mine of all time it would be this one. I love this one. So watch it...and your back......