• The beauty of summer is fooling with friends
    racing in rivers and cruising through town
    No thoughts focused on our ends
    Not a thing that could bring us down

    The beauty of summer is wind in your hair
    shivering from cold after swimming around
    and realizing that you just don't care
    even though tomorrow, problems will abound

    The beauty of summer is sleeping till noon
    with a call on your cell, bringing you back
    to the rest of the world, won't bring you back soon
    but you know when they do, you just can't crack

    The beauty of summer is stupid mistakes
    playing in storms and miles gone by in a blur
    The beauty of summer are the choices you make
    dreaming of romance and of how things were.

    But perhaps the greatest beauty of all
    is realizing this will never happen in fall.