Summer Will Come Again Poem by kimber harrison

Summer never leaves us,
it simply stows away,
and buckles down,
for the rest of winter's stay.

The grass never dies,
neither do the trees,
or the flowers,
or the sunshine,
none of these pretty things.

They go to sleep for awhile,
because as everyone knows,
everyone needs a break,
from even the smallest of roads.

If we had summer everyday,
it would get quite tiresome you see.
We would hate instead of appreciate,
its incredible beauty.

So a blanket of snow comes,
showering us in cold,
so when summer comes out of hiding,
we'll love whatever it holds.