The bugs are buzzing,

My face turns red, and it looks like I am blushing.

The birds are tweeting every morning,

As they give the warming warning.

The weather is hot but cool,

Come to think of it, it is kind of cruel.

This is spring and summer is coming.

It is hot and sweaty,

My whole body feels like spaghetti.

It is humid, disgusting and ugly,

I cannot believe that people do not find this lovely.

There are bugs everywhere,

There are so many that I cannot even go outside without on being there.

It is okay, fall will be here.

Fall is here,

And I am ready for a hectic year.

With extracurricular activities and clubs,

There is no time for simple hugs.

There are college applications, tests, and ap exams

That is how you know there is no time for jams.

Welcome back they say,

But why say hey when you know there is no time to play.

Winter is here,

My favorite time of year.

No humidity and lots of fun,

It is so much fun, and there is no bright sun.

Hot chocolate, snow, icicles

I am so happy that this time is so reliable.

Sure there are finals,

But after that we are out of denial.

And the cycle starts over again.