The sun is about to rise,
My teenage days are at their highs.
The pinks and oranges of the sun set spread across the sky.
As the moon disappears I say good-bye.
The wind is blowing,
The sun is glowing.
A nice summer breeze fills the land,
With peace and love from above.
The birds are flying,
The grass is dying.
As people go swimming,
The light from the sun seems to be dimming.
Night is near,
But summer is still here.
