A Summer Day

The sun is rising

High above the rolling hills

And reaching to me

Flowers sway in breeze

They dance with the willow tree

Delicate and true

The sky is painted

A vibrant and lovely blue

And dotted with clouds

Bumble bees bustle

Franticly scattered in crowds

Like a busy town

My window lets me

See past my problems and look

At the summer day

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