The Sun will blow from its yellow palm
a thousand rays which will kiss ( not a whim )
the Wind will sparkle in the trees, very calm
quite salty just like under-water swim.
The steps of the sea will stick tiny shells
It will run to the beach - to take them off
the waves will be chuckling as very small bells
so as Sand will hear this melody soft
The umbrellas will spread its various colours
some in lines, some on flowers, and others- just dotted
the birds will be carrying in their wings the sky palace
the warmest pieces which cannot be forgotten
There will be SUMMER, so much It will be !
A summer so real - from a well-known refrain
sawing red poppies in the fields that are green
and after it there'll never be autumn again ....