Summer is here, the days are hot,
The cold of winter, easily forgot.
Days last longer, colours stronger,
Tempers flair, anger in the air.
Contrasts of summer, regular moodswings,
One moment languid, the next rushing to do things.
Outside with ice creams, on the beach with sun-screen,
Swimming in the sea, still as cold as can be.
The fruits are picked, its time to rest,
No more school, no more tests.
No thoughts of the future, living in the second,
No-one seems to notice, as atumn's finger beckons.
Summer is here