THE SUMMER BREEZE
THE BLOWING TREES
THE SMELL OF SUMMER AIR
AS IT BLOWS THROUGH MY HAIR
WHEN IM RUNNING THROUGH THE BRIGHT GREEN GRASS
SITTING AROUND THAT CAMPFIRE, WITH A COLD DRINK IN MY GLASS
O HOW I MISS THE WARM GLOWING SUN
AND PUTTING FRESH HAMBURGERS FROM THE GRILL ON A BUN
WEARING FLIP FLOPS AND BEING OUTSIDE ALL DAY
NOTHING ABOUT SUMMER RUBS ME THE WRONG WAY
SO PLEASE COME BACK SOON MR SUN
BECAUSE YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO FUN