Summer still trips over every waterfall,
There are no clouds in the blue at all,
The heat is ever increasing and the leaves start to melt,
This must be the exact same feelings God once felt,
When creating the Earth.

Summer drifts between the day and night,
But night begins to chill without the light,
First signs of Autumn creep into view,
The crunch under foot, a sensation so new,
When traveling the Earth.