​Summer – A Sonnet

Summer blooms into a myriad things;
The morning makes its way through the thick clouds.
The morning dew covers the leaves for drinks;
The worldly life rises to bustling crowd.
The birds and insects play the songs of joy;
The chill and warmth replenish my worn soul.
The sun shines brightly and aheads the hoy;
The scorching heat makes a tiring nap whole.
The orb goes down and paints the place orange;
The gleams of light fire, and the birds turn home.
The dusk then fades, and the nightlife ranges;
Busy blends to the night’s tale—all go foam.
But the summer rise to blossom flowers,
Start of beautiful season of showers.