Timmy and Tilly loved summer best of all. They raced outside in their colorful overalls.

They jumped into puddles, splish-splash-splish, like two little fish!

They climbed the old oak, their summer tree. From high up, the world was magical and free.

Buzzy bees and fluttery butterflies danced in the warm, golden sunlight skies.

Timmy loved to dig for treasure, Tilly loved to twirl with pleasure.

"Look what I’ve found!" Timmy did shout. "A shiny rock!" there was no doubt.

Under the shade of the willow tree, they dreamed of pirates on the sea.

They built a fort with sheets and sticks. Imaginary adventures, just for kicks!

"Ahoy, matey!" Tilly would cry, while Timmy searched for ships in the sky.

After their fun, they'd lay on the grass. Watching the clouds, letting the time pass.

Their summer days, full of joy and laughter. Memories made, they'd remember ever after.

As the sun set, they headed home, each step a new story, for their hearts to roam.