As the sun had begun to set,

I sit quietly whilst I indulge my book.

The warm summer’s breeze hits my face,

reminding me of my younger years.

Where my siblings and I go to the park with our friends,

on every summer’s night.

Coming home to the beautiful aroma,

of dinner that has been prepared.

Nine o’clock was right around the corner,

we all gathered together to play a game,

on every summer’s night.

Then enjoying a warm glass of tea,

sharing stories to one another,

on every summer’s night.

Ten o’clock would catch us up,

our mother reads us a bedtime story,

on every summer’s night.

The dreams would be lavished with love and warmth,

as I dream about what I am to become,

on every summer’s night.

The warm summer’s breeze brings back the days.