Anticipation for the warmest sensation A realization that there is no trepidation We shall call it a season of bright bliss Paradise worth more than a sunset kiss Where radiance combines with rapture Where gratification is easy to capture Whether itβs outside under earthβs star Or windows down, beach side in a car Within this season there can never be too much Of something you can simply obtain, but can not touch You can call it joy or success, contentment or bless Fortune that comes without a pinch of stress Summertime and the living is weather Happiness and the living is better