SUMMER

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The fresh, young air of Summer

Lies solemnly in wait

For the warm months to again awaken.

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When these glorious months arrive,

The fresh, young air of Summer

Billows excitedly forward

To spend time, yet again,

Caressing young plants, young flowers, young life.

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The cold, stale air of Winter

Lies plotting Fall's demise,

So that it may yet again take over.

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When the Tyranny of Winter continues,

The cold, stale air of Winter

Rules with a frozen fist;

Oppressing, oppressing the life

Of all that is living.