Summer, oh Summer, why must I say goodbye?
Why are you the one season
whose exit in some way
makes me cry?
Is it because you are the time of freedom?
Of fun and fantasy?
Are your warm sun and long days…
meant to change every part of me?
Your months symbolize the times
where routine is broken
and hearts find life.
Away from the woes of school and work
away from the paths we normally took
You showed us our greatest joys
and our greatest pains
you showed us who we love and who we are.
You are loud of the liberating kind.
In your presence
we can shout, dance, run
In you there are moments of reflection,
as the foliage greens and has perfection.
In you God shows us peace
In you all comes alive and is revealed
as the world