A Poem by Mia (She has notorious trouble coming up with creative names.)

A quiet softness fills the air,
the beams of light fall to the earth.
The sharp sweet of winter fades,
replaced by the springy damp of early
summer. The sky blooms to a soft blue,
and the grass revives its greenness.
Cherry blossom's petals flutter
in a cool breeze. Clouds hang puffy and
white. The day is done, and the sun flushes
the sky pink and purple with orange
before is cedes into the starry darkness.