A girl called summer flips
her hair and twirls round
and round. Her hair is
golden and her smile brings
out the sun. All care melt
like snow, our hearts are
wild and free. People forget
ho to cry and laughter fills
the air. Summer's will is to
forget Winter's chill. But her
reign must end like all else
and so the blinding sun, slips
away to return another
year.
