I feel the warm sand tickling my toes
The never-ending blue cloudless sky
The sea of rainbow umbrellas, blocking the big bright sun
My bike whizzing past the 25 cent lemonade stand
The fireworks booming like splatters of paint on the black canvas of night
The snap of flip-flops rushing to the pool
The sunflowers growing tall, tall, tall, taller
The crackle of the fire as it tries to steal my s’more.
When Autumn paints the leaves red, orange, and yellow, you know that
Summer is packing her treasures away.