Summer Time

It's winter time. A cold rhyme. Time just looks like a frozen river, Which simply gives me a shiver. My hand are freezing. As the winter ghost by me is breezing. As I walk alone in night on this street. Scary words are spoken in my ear by the breeze. So I put my hand on my heart, And wish that if summer time could start. when I heard the birds chirping. When people on the waves are surfing. When the sunlight shines like a dime. Oh! I remember the summer time.