I feel that I am more of a fan of poetry, than a poet myself; but here's my shot at it. I've been dreaming of warmer weather so here's my tribute to summer.
June 21,
When the sun's beams slowly die down
And warmth engulfs the air.
After the bangs and booms of the day calm down
And the wind softly scratches through the leaves.
Flashes of green illuminate the path like Phillips light bulbs
From lightning bugs dancing like Titania's fairies.
June 21,
The most perfect night of the year.
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