By: Vatsa Setty

The warm, humid, bright day of summer comes to a start,

Children riding their bikes and laughing happily,

The ice cream truck pulls over with its melodious jingle,

People flood the amusement parks in hope of having a joyful time,

The calm sound of the ocean’s water splashing against the surface of the beach,

The salty smell of the ocean is in the air,

Families go on vacation from one place to another,

As one door closes, another opens,

People relax beneath the palm trees, feeling the calm breeze move past,

Hoping this summer wouldn’t go fast,

Throwing a frisbee on the lawn,

Walking and strolling till its dawn,

Knowing they have to go home,

They can’t wait for more.