Beneath the golden sun, we dance and play,
As vibrant blooms sway in the gentle breeze,
The azure sky, a canvas bright and gay,
Embraces us with warmth and endless ease.

The days are long, the nights a tender glow,
Fireflies flicker, stars begin to gleam,
In fields of green, where wildflowers grow,
We weave our dreams into the summer’s theme.

Laughter echoes through the forest tall,
As rivers murmur secrets old and deep,
We chase the light till shadows softly fall,
And twilight whispers gently lull to sleep.

Oh, summer days, your memory so sweet,
A treasure trove of moments pure and bright,
In every heart, your rhythm and your beat,
Remind us of the magic in your light.