In the golden glow of summer’s embrace,
A melody whispers through the air,
Scoops of joy in endless grace,
Ice cream cones beyond compare.

Each flavor tells a tale so sweet,
Of laughter, love, and childhood days,
Vanilla skies and chocolate streets,
In creamy swirls, we find our ways.

Beneath the sun, they start to melt,
A fleeting taste of pure delight,
Memories in each bite are felt,
A dance of colors, pure and bright.

From waffle cones to cups so neat,
A treat that brings us all to gleam,
In every lick, we taste the beat,
The sweet symphony of ice cream dreams.