Summer sang his old school song
While dancing from one tree to another tree top
His song he had sung with all his heart
From the sunrise till the whole day long
Warm breeze, too, had joined him in with a hop
She had enjoyed his company since the very start


He had seen him grow
Hotter and hotter day by day
Playing his song on a more higher beat
All warm, bright with hurt and anger
For earlier, he used to play rugby, catch and throw
Now at his home theater and PlayStation he play
Frightened by his scrooching heat
As he grows into a more darker shade of amber