At twenty-five, summer’s heart takes flight, In tunes where freedom meets the night, Her laughter, a melody gently spun, A harmony with rays of sun. With friends who gather beside her flame, In love’s sweet chorus, they call her name, Her voice, a river of golden streams, Singing the lyrics of endless dreams. Her pets in tow, a lively troupe, Prancing to notes of a joyful loop, Each paw in step with her graceful sway, In quiet moments, they softly lay. Beautiful inside, a glowing ember, Like notes that the soul remembers, Outside, where the light makes its way, Summer’s essence in every display.