It’s winter and cold. There’s freezing and snow. The day’s are dark. Summer’s where I’d go.
Heat and sun, warmth and glee. I can’t wait, for that to be me.
For now the world’s white, and covered in ice. I suppose at least, the view is nice.
When summer comes, I’ll swim in a pool, and soon enough, I’ll wish for more cool.
But until then I’ll dream, of hot summer days, under a baking sun, with a summer haze.
With the passing of time, the changing of season’s, I love them all, for different reasons.