Winter's Summer Letter

Winter sent Summer a letter My bags are all packed, I'll be there in September You need to start winding it down The cold are I are both coming to town Seems eons since I've been away Just enough time for the Earth to bake Knowing that it could use a rest We'll be there soon before there's nothing left I'll cover it in a blanket of white Give it the sleep it needs till the time is right Before Summer wakes up from it's slumber With the singing of Spring like that of young lovers I'll take time out to frolic and play In the cool of the nights with the chill of the day Telling cold jokes to all of the trees Whether or not they find them funny Then is when I'll pack up my bags Taking with me what little cold I have left Until the day we both meet again In the heat of the breeze on the cold of the wind