Summer is a dreamers tale, told in advance
In this dream; grasses are green and squirrels dance
Summer is the song of comfort in the hearts of many
It refreshes, renews and brings solace to the wary
Summer is the wild flower growing by the roadside
An adorable fragrance from shrubs, sweet and mild
Summer tell stories of the hare and the butterfly,
Of frogs on ponds and Sparrows nested high
Summer is a dream to many
A beautiful time to be happy
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Photo credit: Peneex George-Baton
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