Whispers of the Soul

Summer

The Last Days of Summer

In the golden light where the sun lingers long,
The air holds the scent of sweet days, a song.
Children's laughter dances through fields kissed by sun,
As the last days of summer whisper, "We're done."

Beneath the blue sky, where wildflowers sway,
Memories blossom in hues of warm play.
Picnics on blankets, the taste of ice cream,
Chasing fireflies' flickers, lost in a dream.

The evenings stretch longer, a soft, amber glow,
As crickets begin their melodic show.
Stars twinkle brighter, with secrets to share,
In the hush of the twilight, there's magic in the air.

Yet with each fading sunset, a shadow draws near,
The crispness of autumn, a season to cheer.
Pumpkin spice whispers on cool, gentle winds,
As the vibrant green fades, and a new chapter begins.

We gather our treasures, each moment we've kept,
From long, lazy afternoons where laughter has leapt.
The warmth of the sun, the soft touch of the breeze,
Hold tightly the memories, like leaves on the trees.

So here's to the sunsets, to days drifting slow,
To the warmth in our hearts as we watch summer go.
With bittersweet sighs, we embrace what's in store,
For the beauty of fall waits just outside the door.

As the leaves turn to fire, and the world dons its gold,
We'll carry these moments, these stories retold.
For though summer may fade, and its warmth slip away,
In the echoes of laughter, forever it'll stay.