Summer is almost over
The sunrise on the beach
Sunset on the mountain
Camping beneath the starry night
The things you love to do is ending
The hand firmly holding on to summer
Is slowly releasing it
You know full well that it is bound to end
That the season you love the most is bound to leave
So you make the most out of it
You hold on to it
Until the dark clouds arrive
And the rain starts to fall.
Summer
