Rose Abbott

Not just the sun,
It's the memories.
The fun,
The love,
The leaves that sway in the warm August breeze.

It's not just the places.
It's the journey
With smiling faces.

And as I look up at this cloudy sky,
I wish for the freedom,
And the city lights rushing by.

It's not just summer,
It's the memories that last.
It's the friends,
The laughs,
The campfires...
And vivid pasts.