The Summer


 As the blooming spring draws to an end,

The summer squirrels come out to play.

The blazing sun shines over the land,

Warming the Earth all through the day.

From the refreshing pools to the splashing waves,

The cool, clear water is our best friend.

We enjoy the slides and the tropical caves,

The summer seems to have no end.


Smoothies, shades, and sleepless nights,

The DJ plays music until dawn.

Vacation, adventures, red-eye flights

What will we do when summer is gone?


Summer is the true time of freedom,

Without the restraints of school and work.

With parties all night and days of fun,

Until the time when fall again lurks.

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