Summer opens its eyes,

Stretches wide beneath the sun.

Its gaze seeks eager children,

Ready for endless fun.

It feels eternal,

Yet fades in just a day.

September whispers softly,

And steals its warmth away.

Defeated, summer falters,

Its weary eyes now close.

Too frail to fend off autumn,

Its vibrant spirit goes.

The sun retreats in sorrow.

Trees cast leaves to mourn.

The world, now dimmed-hearted

Sees another winter born.

Yet, from summer's quiet death

A seed of hope survives—

And from winter's frozen ashes,

A new summer soon will rise.