Summer comes after the cold,
Crawling in with the pollen,
Blowing hot air,
Wiping away the traces of the wet.
Summer is the season of life,
The thrill lure of being reckless,
The burn of the sun.
Summer catches one by the hands,
Twirls then around and around,
Sends them flying into the pool,
Dowsing in water for coolness
Summer is the sun,
Burning bright and brighter,
Drowning us in its golden light,
Giving us a sunset to look forward to
On the horizon by the sea.