Summertime

The warmth of the sun dances across my back,

Seagulls' squawk and screech echo in my ears,

Sultry green leaves sway in the breeze’s whack,

As the welcoming summer nears.

Memories and memories of past summer,

Laughter and happiness and cold sweet drinks,

Cannot be beaten by seasons other.

Summertime seems to flash by in a series of blinks.

But for some reason, the sun becomes too hot,

The fires too many and the animals too few.

Why is that so?

Salty sweat forms in beads on my chin and cheeks too!

Laughter is replaced by worried voices on the news,

And worried glances at me and you.

They tell us, advise us, force us to recycle,

As if that will do anything for our survival.

Summertime was so sweet and so joyful,

Full of whipping waves and sandy shores.

Now I wonder why I’m so doubtful,

If the memories will ever return.