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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