Laying here thinking of the days left in school.
Diving into a pool of cloudy dreams.
The summer becomes clearer as the time
Draws closer and closer climbing in the heat of it all.
Running in meadows, climbing rocks and trees,
Beach going, fishing, and washing
That the next day will be better
Than the first.
Old doors close and new ones open.
I hope that in all the fun
He will still take part in the things that are dear.
Look likes its time to stop
To hit the hay and sleep to
Begin another day.