I lift it gently, leaf of flame, Its veins still whisper summer’s name. Yet in its gold, a promise clear The color season’s crown is here.

Not for gold, nor fleeting fame, But joy in simple things I claim. A charm of earth, both small and true End of summer, hope renewed.

But striding in with louder cheer, Chicken & Waffles draw us near. Crunch and syrup, spice and sweet, A carnival of clash complete.

I kneel to watch their silent play, A kingdom hidden from the day. Each stem a story, soft and true, Mushrooms whisper what forests knew.

So raise your fork, oh breakfast knight, For waffles win the morning fight. Their secret lies in pockets deep Where treasures of the table sleep.

Along the painted walls so bright, Where colors dance in morning light, A secret hops where no one sees A sticker frog in subtle tease.

Summer Love on the wings of Lady Bugs

Whispered soft on sunlit breeze, Butterfly kisses drift with ease, Summer's gentle, fleeting art, Touching hearts and leaving sparks In...