In the golden dance of summer days,
Where time slows beneath the sun’s embrace,
The laughter of children in playful chase,
Paints the world with a warm, vibrant grace.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
Whispers of the wind sing melodies,
As blossoms sway with gentle ease,
In the soft, warm summer breeze.

The azure sky, a boundless sea,
Holds dreams of what could be,
As sunlit hours gently flee,
Into the night’s serene decree.

Memories woven in sunlit threads,
Linger long after the day has fled,
In hearts where summer dreams are fed,
By the whispers of what the sun has said.