The best part is the grey green orange haze that swallows the trees when the sunsets in a lightning storm
Every being absorbing a concentrated pill of light energy
Deadly if tested magic if respected

When its this hot
The kind that melts you from the inside
Then spills out of your pores

It stops time
The sticky stagnant sweetness of summer
In between the newness of spring and the change of fall

Its sugar coats everything
Cotton candy dipped dripping
Summer allows for reflection in suspension


Only the crickets sing
The rest of us float
on still waters
Drinking in summers hue
Staring up at lollipop skies
Cherry flavored storms

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