Late summer sun, still shining as bright.
The days are shorter, soon comes the night.
You saw us through, with buckets and spades.
Down by the seaside, kids paddle and wade.
Melted the ice creams, warmed fruit to ripen.
You pulled out all stops, our days you did lighten.
Soon you must travel, to Summer’s beyond.
But know when you do, you’ll be missed when gone.