sweet summer memories
dripping like honey
savoring the last drop
till sweet summer comes to a stop
the clear rushing rivers, we used to swim in
have been touched by autumn’s cold icy wind and
the ripe watermelon we picked
is now sinking in a ditch
pilling up with summer flowers
as the summer’s trees leaves fall every hour
the pies we made, the cookies we baked
have only little time till autumn’s decay