Summer's Dreams (poem)

I dream of tall pines

strung across the river's edge,

the gentle rapids massage the water,

and the current cleans the rocks.

I dream of the sun,

shining down on a meadow

where children play

with baseballs and bats.

Like a romantic poet,

I dream of nature

like something long past,

as if it were actually lost.

But in reality,

I spend my summers indoors,

clinging to air conditioning and games,

because the heat makes me uncomfortable.

I don't dream of nature lost,

I dream of a time before,

before the crash that changed everything,

of the summers we'd spend together.

-Zero