“The summer breeze whistles through my hair/
It swims through the grass and trees/
Makes the gleaming sun looks like a gem, so rare/
And dances on the waves in the seas.”
The summer breeze whistles through my hair
It swims through the grass and trees
Makes the gleaming sun looks like a gem, so rare
And dances on the waves in the seas
Down on the beach, umbrellas shake
Knocking over ice cream, as if it wants the treat
And in the valley, wind darts across the lake
Water splashes as the wind dances to the beat
But the summer breeze must transform
Another wind must interfere
The draft still enters, but more like a storm
For fall, at last, has finally appeared