Invension of Summer
This idea humans created for the purpose of farms,
In now stuck in my generation.
the 3 months we don't learn,
What a peculiar tradition.
Although, I'm not complaining.
It seems this green, earthly color never fades into a grey evening,
In these hours of summer.
Anything but stillness lingers in the
Sky, trees, and ground.
Infested with the living.
When the living comes out to play,
Is in this time of summer.
the rays of the sun burn my flesh to a pink crisp.
I come aware of my surrounding in this time of summer.
So why do we hold on to summer?
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