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the magic of summer |
| When the sun goes down In the month of June, We sit on the grass 'Neath the glow of the moon. We watch the lights from fireflies dancing And feel the warm breeze From the night advancing. The songs of the crickets Play softly in our ears, Relaxing our spirits And calming our fears. The coolness of the grass And the warmth of the air Heighten our senses Until each is aware. We smell the sweetness Of that heavenly scent Of honeysuckles abloom To their fullest extent. We can taste the salty air Rising from the ocean, Enticing and guiding us Like a mesmarizing potion. We run to the edge. We have to jump in. We need to feel the coolness Of the water on our skin. The night lasts a lifetime And ends all too soon. The sunrise sinks in With the fading of the moon. The magic is still there In our minds and in our hearts We will relive this night Until the summer sadly parts. |