Up in the hills – a little girl wonders,
What is summers?
The inquisitive eyes, her mother did notice.
Warmly, the mother spoke to her child.
“Summer is a feeling,
An emotion felt.
For us – the cool breeze and the mighty peaks playing hide and seek.
Not to feter – for we have the nature’s pool – a time to splash in the river streams,
A walk in the mountaineous terrains,
Playing in the field – wild and carefree.”
“To feel the air – which kiss our cheeks.
flowers dancing merrily in full bloom, the tea leaves sprout thus signalling – life begins anew.
The valley at the radiant best-
For the the hues are many.”
“Summer is the canvas for us to paint,
With the strokes of love, hope and patience –
To prepare for the rain and the snow alike.
Or the landslides.
It is the time to appreciate, to retrospect –
for all the greatness life’s offer
across the seasons and over time.”
The girl nodded but was not convinced.
Her mom smiled and thought to herself –
“Gratitude for what we have,
She’ll learn when she sees life down in the plains.”