What do you this summer I implore,
Laze around in much blissful bore?

What do you this summer I ask once more,
mend those wounds those past seasons made sore?

Why is summer such a joyful time?
Why does it seem other seasons next to it become a crime?

Is not Fall wondeful at all?
Does it not suit you the leaves, the colorful balls?

How is it winter becomes a splinter?
Does it not suit you the snow, the frosty temperature?

Is not spring a fresh time life brings?
Does it not suit you the breeze, the new birth of other seasons seeds?

When in fall, winter and spring time , one
season always comes to mind, the one that brings
laugther and things, things unspoke of, things at
rest, maybe thats why we sometimes enjoy summer the best.

Jameson M Tucker