From a land of all summer season Grows a flower as vibrant as stars without the moon If you're that sunflower in May I'd be that stupid gardener without pay
The whole you is brighter Than the sun where you dance under
If you're that fancy rose by likely chance I'd be that passerby forever in awe of your elegance
You exude warmth and inspiration The past, the future will envy this generation
But for me you are a lily Ethereal, pure just floating gracefully
With your smile, style charisma and power I still won't consider picking you as a flower
For you belong to the summer Warm, vibrant, alive but gentle
Yes. you are-- all the metaphors of summer.