Summer Tune

On summer morns,
he takes a walk,
on a winding, sandy path.
And sings a song,
he knows so well,
as it has been sung a lot.

Through whispering trees,
by rumbling shores,
under cotton candy white;
On hushing sand,
or whisps of green,
A familiar melody extends.

This harmony made,
with meanings of legion,
tells sometimes happy tales.
Now and then angry,
occasionaly sad,
With words that don't mutate.

And throughout the years,
as summer comes,
he walks once again;
and never does he forget,
the summer tune,
who's meaning holds out past the end. .