Summer Time

• Nila Nesakulasingam , Grade 7, Macarthur Girls High School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

The heat from the sun picks my skin
As the sun says he is the king
The cloudless sky sat there still
With soft warm wind screamed in my year

The sweet aroma of berries filled the warm air
With the lucious smell of flowers danced around me.
The trees danced to the melody of the merry wind and the wind swirled around you.

The waterfall crashed on the Rock and sprayed on your warm face
As I quenched my thirst that the sun gave me
The birds flew above the world carrying food for the chicken that chirped with hunger.

The sun light danced on my arms as it stroke the river that ran towards the sea
As the excess water bounced off and splashed on me.