Buds become blossoms, naked trees end up with flushing green leaves
Yes, that is Spring turning into the season of Summer.
Fireflies begin to mate, flashing light in the late dusk...
Bull frogs crock a frightening melody...
But the magic of Summer renews the souls of those who revisit their childhood...
Hot summer Beach is paradise, high kite flying and some sand kicking, high tide reaching one complacency...
Do you dance with the tide? Or do you run away fearing drowning?
Sparkling waters from the sun is replaced with the light of the moon...
Romance begins dancing with the soul of the dark night...


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