It comes along, and blows the leaves,
You hear the creaking of the trees.
You smell the fragrance, of flowers sweet,
You ingore the summer heat.
Children play, out on the road
Water fights and heavy load.
You hear no cars, passing by
It is to hot for people to spy.
You look up at fluffy white clouds
The birds are the only ones making a sound
Then everything stops, and seems to freeze
As everyone takes in the summer breeze!
