Summer
The wind is cool and breezy
As it blows against my cheek
The trees towering around me
Make me feel rather small and meek
I love to sit beneath the treetops
On the fresh, green grass
It’s much too quickly
That these summer days go past
The sky is blue
And the ocean is too
Under the sun I should lie
And it brings a tear to my eye
To think that the summer
Should ever die
The wind is cool and breezy
As it blows against my cheek
The trees towering around me
Make me feel rather small and meek
I love to sit beneath the treetops
On the fresh, green grass
It’s much too quickly
That these summer days go past
The sky is blue
And the ocean is too
Under the sun I should lie
And it brings a tear to my eye
To think that the summer
Should ever die