Winter comes around,

And it has a very silent sound.

When it came everyone frowned,

We couldn't wait for the spring to come.

Oh, how we love watching the trees flow,

But what would happen if the wind didn't blow?

Would there even be any show?

I guess we will never know.

It comes down to summer,

And nobody is having a bummer.

Maybe other than the runners.

This season definitely was their favorite.

Now we are watching leaves fall,

And it only makes us want to stall.

We only know winter’s on its way.

All that means is it's time to pack.

As the seasons make their way,

And as we go through all these days.

No matter when,

No matter where.

We all wish summer was back again.