The summer is my favorite time of year.
The cool winds blow my hair. The flowers spring
all through the day and night. Then all the dear
come out to play. The many flowers bring
the buzzing bees. The heat reaches my face.
The big count down, three, two, one, we all cheer.
We're playing baseball; running to home base
is when you know summer is here.
There are no fluffy clouds in the blue sky.
The vibrant ice creams, oh how i want more.
The birds open their wings, jump and fly high.
The waves roar up against the open shore.
The salty air goes al through my long hair.
The last days, oh i think it is not fair.