Arianna

15

Summer always begins the same
No school
Immense heat
Fields change to gold
Blue skies stretch for miles
Beaches call our names
Sapphire oceans beg to be seen
Summer always make us grow
Until winter comes.
The fields change to grey
The once blue skies turn dark and black
The summer nights are gone
Then we must wait patiently for the beaches to call our names,
the fields to change to gold
Then summer will begin again.