Wind whispers to Summer:
“Stay with me, you know I can’t stand cold, it brings out the worst storm of me!”
Wind whispers to Summer:
“Stay with me, you know I can’t stand cold, it brings out the worst storm of me!”
“Winter is packing her blizzards, ice and snow,
She’ll be gone before you know!
Spring will come into her place,
Changing our earth’s old face!”
