It all begins

Daylight begins.
I contain the summer heat.
I bring out the postal cards to write you independently.
I belong in that field.
I belong to something new.
I belong to the summer heat with my postal cards, writing to you.


Children at play, with teenage romance.
I look beyond my eyes to keep this moment.
Midnight comes and the night gets cold.
But I'll remember to wake up in the horizon's gold.

Keep my writings, forever you'll grow.
If we never meet, do know how it all begins.
Daylight comes, but the summer will never end.