Summer tune's last note.

Feels like it was yesterday when
summer sang its first tune of the year.
Notes were blishfully light,
dancing around in harmony.

Everything was new then;
sharper, brighter,
crispier, fresher,
evolved from the moody spring.

Spontaneous drizzle vaporized,
while playing under the sun.
Layers and layers of mystery gone,
by just an effortless blow.

Sizzling hot was the sand,
heaven's golden grains on ground;
waveless sea ran smooth as silk,
demonstrated the liveliest shade of blue.

Laughters echoed all around,
bursting like new year's fireworks,
showered every corner with
the simplest and directest joy.

Almost too perfect to be real,
as if staying in a wrong dream;
carried away by a long chain of
fragile and fleeting soap bubbles.

Will this summer tune run until
reached its everlasting end?