Summer Days

The summer breeze
Rustling the trees,
The lullaby as birds flap their wings.

The golden sun,
Excitement and laughter-
Tranquil and glittering,
Warm sand marks the horizon.

Ocean roaring,
Spirit soaring;
Orange light,
Awake all night
Stars shine bright.

This is my shortest poem ever - Summer Days, which is about what I can see when I sit on the beach at the coast.
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