In the hush of scorching sun and verdant embrace,
Amidst the laughter of children.
Wrapped inside magic,
Whose presence lingers in the season’s mind.
In shimmering air.
A transient shadow.
Silent.
Whispering.
Its essence becomes entwined,
With laughter, blossoms, and sweet lemonade,
A spectral harmony, neither seen nor defined,
Yet palpable memories.
And as the sun sinks, painting skies ablaze,
This summer ghost emerges.
Waltzing through fireflies’ ephemeral haze,
A phantom ballad, secrets safely sheathed.