You see the sun, you see it rise. It shines so bright, you cover your eyes. You feel the heat, your sweat falls. Down your face, to the warm grass. You think to yourself, It must be Summer. Spring is gone, Autumn is soon. But for now, you enjoy the season's moon. It's hot. It's humid. But you love it. Why? Why do we love the misery of it all? Because it's Summer. And school starts in the FALL.