The sun was up
They called it summer
Where I was left wondering
Whether to be the ant or the cricket.
The rain was pouring
The sky was dark,
promising a dark start
I was somewhere in the way
When I took the shelter
But now that think
it was better out there
Than with those creatures who were worse in dark
The spring was catching up
The flowers were falling
The little ant were gathering,
little by little to save for the winter
The door was struck
No way to go out
I was left to stay at home
With nothing but the thought
Why did I let the brittle in
Cause now I was worse than the cricket
The hole I made to spend the misery
The more I thought why did I ever bother
As was better without the shelter
All way from summer to December.
The spring came with so much light
Even I was little bit delight
But the more I wonder
Why did I let the someone in again
Now I know I will be better without any weather
Cause now I won't bother
This time I didn't took a shelter.