As the summer comes, I grow and I grow.
My petals are of beauty.
As it rains, I feel stronger.
I need the sun to shine down longer.

As it warms me, I grow and grow.
My petals are of beauty.
As it rains, I feel strong.
But I feel queasy, and it goes all wrong.

As my neighbors
And I bow our heads,
My petals begin to fall. Summer’s over once again.
My petals are no longer of beauty.

We wait and wait.
For summer to come.
Oh, Summer, why are you taking so long?
Beautiful flowers will return.
Even though we wait and wait,
We will live again.