Breeze

Rushing down the hill
Through a rocky trail
Is some kind of will,
A result of ale.
 
Then you rich the shore,
Dive into the sea,
Which is good for sure,
Feeling like a seal.
 
Foaming of the brine
With a special sound
Makes you feel so fine,
Spreading all around.
 
Sunshine is converted
Into humid darkness
But it doesn't hurt you
Even if you're heartless.
 
Drowning for a moment,
Hissing of the flow -
This is just an omen
For your heart to blow.
 
Floating to the surface
With a bubble's plash
And with waving circles
Under sunlight's flash.
 
See-gulls at the skyline
Bursting out with twitter.
They are meant to highlight
Moments free of bitter.
 
Crystal-clear water
Of endearing colors
At the coralled bottom
Like a vale of flowers.
 
Islands in the oceans
Like desert's oasis
Bring you bright emotions
With a smile on faces.
 
Easel of an artist
With a lump of verdure,
He's the one, the smartest
He depicts the virtue
 
With a blue background
And a spot of green.
Can you hear the sound
Of a purling stream?
 
There's on the beach
Soft and tender sand,
Granules of which
Percolade your hand
 
When you try to grab
Holding in your fist
Like a tiny crab
Or some ocean beast.
 
Lying in the sun
With some tasty fruit
Or some crazy fun
Sounds really good:
 
It avoids the rut,
It regains your vigour,
It restores your heart
And, as well, your figure.
 
We are looking forward
When it's time the spring
Vanished like a coward.
When will June Begin!?