A swirl of colors put on a play
A million sounds
By night and day
Coming to form in perfection,
It seems,
A wonderfully pleasant
Midsummer’s night dream
Since the dewy morning
Till the setting sun
Under the spell
of jubilant fun
With soft nature music
In afternoons bursting
With life
And excitement
Through warm nights
And play fights
And sitting in moonlight
While under
This magical spell
my poem for IRLA class. How is it?