The Best Summer Weekend
Scents of meaty charcoal curling aromas through the air,
A party with wine and good food, friends come to share.
The grass khaki geen, the sky greys and golds.
Music from a faraway concert rock and roll unfolds.
A rare orange butterfly flits by on the way,
In the overgrown garden, purple flower heads sway.
Tonight fireflies twinkle like Christmas tree lights,
An approaching storm signals back with lightning flights.
An ageless summer weekend, priceless by far;
And the last perfect moment-a good luck falling star.
This world as we know it may end anytime soon;
But what will never be forgotten, the haunting glow
of a full summertime moon.
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