WHEN SUMMER IS GONE
WHEN SUMMER IS GONE
There’s a pause, when Summer is gone
With autumn trying its very best to please
Winter is always there, hiding in the wings
To formalise the end of the four seasons
As if uniformed and attired for that duty
Scrapping the old, preparing for the new
Yet summer will by many, ever be missed
As a time when Nature’s growth can rest
So that one can relax in the sun’s warmth
After Spring’s loud emergence in the world
Having earned its place, ready for Summer
That many hope, will last a few extra days
But who will be sad, when Summer is gone
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