XVIII/XXX. Summer

You are pink cloves in the summer. Blossoming and blooming wildly around the garden, untamed and free.

You are snow blizzard in the winter. Calming the constant chattering of people, enchanting and soothing.

You are rainy days in the spring. Pouring gently and freely, instantly making everything purer.

You are the leaves turning their color in the autumn. Maturing every single second, growing into something better to prepare for the coldest of winter.

You are the sun and the sky. The moon and the night. The love inside my heart. The whispers of heartbeats inside my body. The light of my soul. The friend to my darkness. I love you, I love you, I love you.