The clouds watch your progress

The change in your growth, recorded by the trees around you

To be outside

And expose yourself to the world

Is one of the greatest gifts you could give our mother sun

Go out and see what she has prepared for us

Let her warmth kiss the apples of your cheeks

Slight coolness brush your lips and rustles your eyelashes

Tickling your spine is the breeze of every morning

Exploring the places no one else touches

Memories of grass between your toes

Dew drops like drops of wishes you have been counting your whole life

Time would hate to be wed to someone as slow as I

I take moments

Freeze them all my own

And I have found that the world around us does the same

Pickle yourself in the vinegar of sunshine and the positivity of breezy summer days

One day the clouds will look at you and shed tears

And mother will say “My, how you’ve blossomed.”