Summer seems to be over before it’s even begun.
Everyday I wonder, where oh where’s the Sun.
Where is the warmth and the sunlight, that helps the garden grow.
Bringing forth the harvest, from the seeds we sow.
Every season has its time, and time will have its way.
Nights are getting longer, shorter is the day.
But Winter brings its promise, of days still yet to come.
And a time for nurturing, when Spring has finally sprung.