Rooya

13

I'd tell you the birds are singing
but that'd sound too cliche.
I'll tell you that the flowers are blooming,
when they're actually fading away.
Alas, the summer is ending.
It's as dreadful as you think.
Again it's time for pencils and teachers,
and bullies and faking sick.
So, for now, let's enjoy the summer.
The butterflies and the bees.
The pool time and the parties,
hanging ten and playing games.
Because once this summers over,
what follows is nine months of shame.