You say you dream of being like summer,

I'm telling you you've aiming too low.

The lure of summer outlasts its live,

But your inner fire burns long after your outer glow.

The humidity wears down the toughest men,

But you have iron-clad resilience.

The sun is radiant, don't get me wrong,

But a blind man can know your brilliance.

The heat is callous, the storms are wishy washy,

But you bring calming peace like a soft lapping sea.

If there's anything I could prove to you,

I'd tell you to believe me on this:

Even in my poor choice words,

You outdo any season, now live like it.