THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

The summer I turned pretty, the world was ablaze, With golden sunsets and warm, lazy days. The ocean called to me, its waves crashing in, Inviting me to dive into the depths within. The sand beneath my feet, so soft and warm, As I strolled along the beach, free from any harm. The seagulls soared above, their cries filling the air, While I basked in the beauty, without a single care. The sun kissed my skin, leaving a gentle glow, As I lounged by the pool, taking it slow. The laughter of friends echoed all around, Creating memories that forever would be profound. The summer breeze whispered secrets in my ear, As I danced in the moonlight, without any fear. Each night held a promise, a chance to feel alive, Underneath the stars, where dreams could thrive. The bonfires crackled, casting a warm, flickering light, As we gathered around, sharing stories late into the night. The scent of marshmallows wafted through the air, Creating a sense of togetherness, beyond compare. But amidst the beauty, there was a bittersweet hue, For summer's end was drawing near, it was true. The days grew shorter, the nights a bit colder, Yet the memories we made would never grow older. The summer I turned pretty, life was a dream, A time of growth, of love, of finding my esteem. The sunsets may have faded, but the lessons remained, Forever etched in my heart, as summer's gift unchained.