Summertime

Summertime was my childhood
My childhood was a summertime,
A perfect dream
As tho it seemed
The sun was always shining.
The open blue sky
With thick, animated clouds
Were always inviting
Me to dream a dream,
But live my dream-
Where the playing never ended
Where the happiness never stopped.

I suppose the summer could be
A more favorable time to me.
It brings me back to
Worry-free days
And when everything was sweet.
There is a sense, a feeling
I cannot describe-
That I awoke with every morning
Now I can only yearn
For that unexpressible joy
The sunlight seemed to bring.