Must be summer

My dear pleasant summer,

Who hides a lot of mystery.

Once, I was waiting for rain

But, found warmth in you.

Never worried about the cold winter again.

You guided me to right path with those rays of yours.

Giving life to lifeless souls,

I never knew that summer was this calm and sleepy.

I'm now a sunflower who likes to look at the way she comes, 

My summer and I are inseparable now.

This poem is for my dear friend Greeshma.