All But Gone

Summer is fading away. Sun drenched days are no more. Beautiful flowers on display, have now grown too mature. The once soft evening breeze, touched by mist from the sea Now wind, rustling the trees. a bit wild and forever free. That familiar summer sound, like a visitor, is gone. But something else is found, the song of the sea, will forever go on. Colorful umbrellas dotted the beach, along with towels of every hue. That familiar scene is out of reach. Only empty miles of sand left to view. Though summer is all but gone, the ocean will never be still. The tides continue to move along. Under summer's sun or autumn's chill.