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SUMMER'S DAYS
Summer’s days come and go,
Summer’s days aren’t for show.
The sun shines from early morning,
To late evening.
Colors like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, pink,
Seep into the sky like a spilled bottle of ink.
Then they slowly blend together in the sky,
To kiss the day goodbye.
The moon hangs in the black at night,
To make a beautiful sight,
For lovers in the peak of their love,
For they love to look above.
In the morning, birds chirp with delight,
And animals wake to the early morning light.
Flowers bloom with happiness,
And people pick them with kindness.
Their bright colors attracting many,
Surprising if they don’t attract any.
Trees as green as can be,
Their branches swimming like in a sea.
With days so golden and full and warm,
How could any be unhappy?
With butterflies passing in a swarm,
People need to be happy.
Joy vibrating from their face,
Rippling into empty space.
Dancing round in a meadow,
Tangled grass on your big toe.
Jumping into ice cool lakes and springs,
Listening to how the splashing sings.
Water droplets sparkling like crystals against the sun,
Screaming, laughing, having fun.
Loving, caring, adventure, friends,
Knowing, laughing, being sure, having no ends.
Summer with long, golden hair to match the sun,
And eyes to match the sky.
Summer’s days may be for happiness and show,
But Summer’s days will come and go.
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