Whispers of Summer

Breeze that smells of mango trees,

Sunlight caught in lazy seas,

Cotton clouds in skies so wide,

Barefoot dreams we couldn’t hide.

A swing that creaks, a soft hello,

Fireflies in evening’s glow,

The hush of dusk, a distant song,

Where golden days still linger long.

Ripples form on lakes like glass,

Time slows down to let us pass.

Laughter floats like drifting air,

Moments lost but always there.

And when the season starts to close,

With wilting blooms and softer rose,

It leaves behind, both near and far,

A whisper of the things we are.