summer night

The heat of the day is finally fading away
The cool breeze softly blows,
warm and refreshing.
The squeak of the porch swing is rhythmic
As you swing to and fro lazily
The sun begins to set with hast
as if he is going to be late for something
the clouds try to prolong the moment
As all becomes still with nights final coming
In a blink it is upon us, sitting thickly
All stays calm as they wait for the next summer day