Oh sommer, where are you?
The sun is joking, and the clouds are jumping happily through the sky,
but the summer couldn't find himself fore a whole,
he rejects himself and reveals his face with clouds and rain,
but sometimes, we got e brise from him, when the winds cames from the south.
The sun was slowly be, now it could be only shorter,
but has not yet the summer before short began? perhaps on the calender.
will he than really came, that will bring only the time, not that from the kiosk,
so he barble so alonge and is there, only we think, he is only there, where the sun is.
Because where the summer, is the sun or was it more like, by the summer is the sun,
ohh no, he is allready here, only we must find him, where he is.
So let us make hour temper happier and not sorrow arfter the shortining days,
let us feasting the summer by cocktails and barbeque.
So you are asking where, maybe that's another question,
but isn't Midsummer, time has came,
why not call a neighbor and some friends,
and go out praise him, to his birthday!
Labels: birthday, party, poem, sommer
