Summer mist

In my bed… on my favorite stuffed animals looking at the waves like I can get through them I think I know what it’s called. It’s called summer mist…. In the pool splashing my hair. jumping up and down like everywhere. picking cherries putting them on my arms getting berries, putting them on my face getting fruits like summer mist swimming all day long farming swimming is on my day…. Drinking my owala on the Sandy shore in the open air that’s far too long until I say summer mist oh yeah it’s summer mist… it’s like looking at the precious waves there like my home and it’s called summer mist