The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Aug 13, 2008
Summer
Summer is here,
but very soon it will disappear,
on a plane bound for Canada,
away for half a year.
There will be no summer this year.
the days will grow long,
and the sky may stay clear,
but if she's not around,
there is only a tear.
There were summers before,
just spent on the shore,
and in the sea,
with just her and me.
But now she is gone,
and there can be no other.
It's because, just for me,
I know she is summer.