Summer Lime --Benjamin Moore 2026-60

Quiet whistles

from the balmy breeze

coming up-hill,

passed through the windows.

brought the aroma

of the dancing mango leaves

and summer-grown lemon rines,

just like fresh-cut grass:

delicate

delightful

deserving

for a summer evening.

The silver sun streaks

covered your body,

Feeling the affection from

the warmth

of the air

blow by blow...

A signal that the

gray

grouchy

ghastly city

was far,

and here we had this

green

gentle

glimmering escape.

Bright-green,

green-yellowish,

orangish-red,

glowing mangos hang

from the

copious branches

embellished with leaves,

waiting for the time

for them to fall,

and land beside the lime bush

to have somewhere to lay,

and be tumbled by the tropical breeze,

and then picked up.

The kind of breezes,

the kind of mangos,

the kind of bushes,

that make you truly

sense

smell

and savor

summer lime.