A state where i do not worry. Friday, May 31, 2013. The chills are fading, the sunny birds chirping. The lazy mornings vain, as the Sun takes the claim. Come summer and bloom those special flowers. Scorching burns and dollops of evening fun. For softies, Sodas, and Sundaes you would run. As the night streets are filled with you and fun. The mangoes, the melons and the cottons. The golden harvest flows in patterns. The bright Sun leaves nothing untouched. As you tan, wanting the first shower as much.