By: Ameera Khan

Summer.

The rays of the sun

Beating violently on my skin,

Merciless and cruel.

I look around,

Taking in my plentiful surroundings

As I continue to burn.

I see rich, forest green trees

Dancing in the cool, but scarce wind.

Smiling ever so slightly, I turn to see birds with abundant, detailed feathers,

Which seemed softer than silk,

Soaring in the baby blue sky dotted with large, white clouds,

Chirping euphonically, singing magnificently,

As if they were in a musical.

I learn that summer comes with hardships as well as boons

As long as you are willing to appreciate them.

Finally, I look up towards the light

That gives life to us

And cheerfully say to myself

“It’s as if it were a sunny side up.”