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So proud and bright are the leafs of Spring, glist'ning.
I hear the twitter of tiny birds hiding.
Fuchsia flowers, from the trees, gently falling.
Here we are, on a Summer morning, basking;
I stare, in worship, at the sun'beseeching.

Grandfather admires the redness of flowers.
The neighborhood's like a pastiche that glitters!
Lingering in the air: whir of lawnmowers.
I ask myself what, in life, really matters.

Summer breeze'clean and fresh'I inhale, I breathe,
Trying hard to conceal my woes underneath.
Even though the paths you take I can't enwreathe,
To me, Demure, your love and life may you bequeath.

Spring has fin'lly faded; Summer is looming.
Fairies, foliage, and you'in my heart, dancing.