In the midst of golden rays, we dance,
Beneath the azure skies so vast,
Summertime whispers a gentle romance,
In every breeze that seems to last.

The fields are dressed in emerald green,
Where children laugh and flowers bloom,
The sunlit days, a perfect serene,
Chasing away the winter’s gloom.

By the shore, the waves softly sing,
A melody of joy and rest,
The seagulls soar on feathered wing,
In the season we love the best.

As twilight paints the heavens wide,
With hues of pink and orange delight,
Summertime’s beauty we can’t hide,
In the warmth of the golden light.