The delicate dancing leaves of the willow tree cast a shadowy performance as you silently watch beneath its billowing curtains of lacey green. The soft tendrils of fresh grass make for comfortable seating, as the breeze provides a noisy audience to this spectacle of summer. The lake, a gorgeous crystal plate reflecting the setting sun – the oranges, pinks, purples, and blues that reverberate this tangible beauty, as if one could pluck the colors from the sky like ripe Golden fruits, the sweet juice dripping down the corners of your smile. The clouds become your napkin, discretely soaking up the juice of the soft sunshine that has left you sticky with delight. Dipped toes leave ripples, summer love leaves heartbreaks, and tans slip away into memories.
Summer Lives On
