Breeze

Surfs up

Waves rip up the shore

Sand flying over tumbling stones

Muscle torn bodies

Strength in his bones

Sound of the softened air

Birds in flight

Soon sunshine days

Will turn into night

Smell of the cinders

Burning yellow flames

Party all night

Thunder filled skies

Are all that remains

Blankets too hot to handle

Windows opened for air

Tiny particles of white

Shinning so bright

Will soon disappear

Morning brings its thirst

Widen waken your eyes

Roaring of the waves

Glorious sunshine is our surprise

Not a breath of air

Hearts beat out of time

Crashing of the waves

Beautiful summertime