Madeline

15

The Life of Summer

I see the leaves hit the ground,
Autumn has come, the leaves are brown.
I see the leaves are hidden from sight,
Winter has come, nothing but white.
I see the leaves growing again,
Spring has come, soon it will begin.

What comes after that, it’s no secret at all.
It is the best time of year, for summer has called.
The leaves, they are dancing through the soothing, sunny breeze,
free from what all the other seasons will bring.

The birds, they are flying, singing their songs,
everything stands peaceful; nothing is wrong.
The sun, it is thriving, like never before,
everyone is wanting and waiting for more.

The children, they run, in and out of theirs doors,
not thinking or worrying about work or their chores.
The towns, they are buzzing, with people all around,
everything is alive, bursting with sound.

Each person takes it in, through that warm, calming air,
feeling without a worry and living without a care.
The fish, the lions, and bees, they all can feel it too,
for every creature on this earth loves it just as much as you.

Yet, everything good always finds an end,
whether a minute, a year, or maybe even ten.
And summer, yes, would count as one,
though the best, it feels, has just begun.

The birds, they soon grow quiet, all amongst the trees,
and the sun, it falls down; life begins to freeze.
The children, they are back, behind those once swinging doors;
the towns, they are silent and filled with remorse.

Summer has left, and everything with it,
the leaves have turned brown, we hate to admit it.
We count down the days until it all will come back,
with hopes that next time will be greater than the last.