summer

 
Blissful winds swept away my tearful woe,
The well-known pier, a rosary flourished,
Filled with children and adults.

Joy hovered in the cold air,
Glistening golden, scintilating like a star.
The sea howled in gleaming hapiness,

Luring seagulls out of their nests to catch exotic fishes.
Hubbubs echoed from the beach to the busy cities,
Telling the workers to stop work early to taste the indigo water of summer.