Puddles glisten on the floor,
Left where feet stepped just before.
Trails of sand lead the way
To the children still at play.
A zephyr plays with the curtain's hem,
Blowing softly on my skin,
Washing away Summer's warmth,
Stirring up the seashore surf.
The gleaming sun's scattered glow
Shifts back and forth, to and fro,
Leaking through the clouds above,
Gathering Earth in a lingering hug.
But Summer only stays so long;
The birds will leave to sing their song,
In other lands, for other ears,
In the sun-soaked hemispheres.
And when the cries of laughter cease,
When there is no ocean breeze,
When the rays of sunlight flee,
Our house will still smell of the sea.
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