Summertime breezes

It's the time of year, when I love
Wind blowing through the trees.
Sparklin' leaves overturning'n rustlin',
How I love to see and hear these.
Air shoftly blows against my skin,
If I could, I'd save the moments,
'til I feel that again.
Time flies bye and zooms along,
How I wish the warmth would last,
Rather than rushin' passed so fast.