Summer

The smell of freshly cut grass
Of flowers just in bloom
The warmth of the risen sun
Burning down to the ground

Not a grey cloud in sight
Just a perfect blue sheet of sky
Stretching on forever
Blending with the deep blue of the sea on the horizon

The taste of salt is in the air
A light breeze blows from the east
Birds sing out from their branches
Their melodies expressing the common thought

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