A day of Nirvana in the Ghetto

Mid summer the  hydrant
is blasting, with the
sight of  children playing
also having endless fun/
the songs of birds whistling
melodies that make your
heart feel joyful tranquility/
Today listening to mommy
and daddy is a unrequired
but chosen responsibility/
Voice of your love
showing that their loving
you's truthfully and unconditionally/
The scent of food
being prepared with soul,
a meal tasting absolutely delicious,
no wonder second is
dancing in your mind/
News reporting seems funny,
because nothing: practically anything
servere or vicious happened/
So you go too
sleep in a bed that
feels softer than a baby's
face, which contain a lot
of  moving, sterching space/
dreaming of a next day
without sarrow, even knowing
it's not promised but
prays for it happen
again tomorrow.............. Enjoy YOUR SUMMER