I miss the clouds on a winter’s night,
I miss the sun that casts no light,
I miss the icy wind from afar,
I miss the sky and the gleaming star.
But now it’s summer, and now it’s bright,
I do not want to block this sight,
The summer’s love is upon this Earth,
Come on, stand up, look proud, show your worth.
-I’m a poet and I don’t even know it