When summer starts its days are gifts,
Waking up each morning is a prize
Laying in my bed of cloud and
Receiving hugs from my blanket.
Hot days filled with the sun beating down on my skin,
Cool nights full of laughs and sounds of waves
All the fun and memories are still ahead,
There is still time I tell myself.

August rolls in like a thunder storm
Frightening but not threatening,
Alarm clocks regain employment as they begin to beat
Friday nights and weekends now again have purpose
Back-to-school ads begin to bark at me as
The thought of summer reading drills into my brain.
Oh where did the lazy mornings and adventurous nights go?
Has all the fun been had? Have all the memories been made?
Time has run out I begin to tell myself.