Summer is laughter,

Echoing through the forest,

As I run to hide.

Summer is the awe,

As fireworks shoot to the sky,

coloring your world.

Summer is the shock,

As you jump into a lake,

The cold feels so nice.

Summer is the calm,

As a breeze ripples your hair,

No clouds in the sky.

Summer is a haiku,

Each word a perfect description,

Of flawless summer.