Summer's Cimax

The yellowing sunset dances across the waves, as another day silently falls asleep so moon beams can play. The echo of thunder barely whispering afar, as the wind sweeps so peaceful revealing a star. Sailboats still glisten, with sails set for home, saddened at the thought, another day is gone. Tourist seem happy to be out tonight, and they will all be back again, at mornings first light. Misty is the surf, with its salty taste, stinging the skin that today's sun baked. A coolness is coming, the season of change, summer shall climax once again..