Sonnet-

The plane greatly slides through the blue yonder,
and the dense big gray clouds float in the air,
millions, thousands of happy wonders,
on the way to the biggest dare,
 The season summer is vacation time
faces of relatives,and grandparents
Passing through the history in a dime
The big walls, my big bedroom and my aunt.
So dark, quiet and always depending
Few cars, old buildings like the ancient days
Dark ocean flowing never quite ending
No high technology and big payments.
The things in my hometown is what i see,
Summer is time to be a happy spree.