Beneath the summer’s golden ray,
The ice cream truck comes out to play,
Childrenâs laughter, a joyous sound,
As frozen treats abound.
Vanilla swirls and chocolate streams,
Each flavor whispers secret dreams,
A symphony of cold delights,
In cones and bowls, on sultry nights.
Strawberry fields and minty breeze,
Embrace the heat, bring hearts to ease,
Every scoop, a fleeting bliss,
A momentâs peace, a tender kiss.
As twilight falls, the day does end,
Ice cream memories softly blend,
In dreams of joy, so pure and sweet,
Until the next time we shall meet.