The End

The school bell rings,
I try not to count the minutes.
Seconds until the bell rings again,
'til I am free.
School can be good,
Nothing beats the freedom.
Of running around a tree,
Swinging until you touch the sky.
The sun turning your skin pink,
Or hiding in the shade.
I count the seconds,
Even when I try not to.
Tap, tap, tap goes the pencil on a desk.
Zip, zip, zip goes a bag closing up.
Ring!
A thunder fills the halls and soon they are empty.
Everyone's happy until the summer comes to an end.