A thundering quiet
Summer, a season to dream.
To live and to love.
To enjoy the warming sun
And swim in the joyful sea.

Watermelon seeds
Being spat every which way.
Ice cream on a cone.
And sweet lemonade to drink.
Such are the food of this time.

The guns of glory
Go into battle once more
A rainbow of shots
Destined to spray their target
To leave a stain and a bruise

My nights spent with you
Shows how summer can be spent
Between two lovers
Staying up late with the moon
My hand intertwined with yours

Spending time at sea
Fishing from the boat or shore
Swimming in the blue
Tanning under the hot blaze
Back and forth over the net.

Summer is a dream
And fall the awakener
But the memories
Those are what we must treasure
No matter what may happen.