The Breath of Summer :sunny:

The meadow hums a whispered song,

As golden light drifts soft and strong.

Blossoms bow in dawn’s embrace,

A fleeting dance of gentle grace.

The morning breeze begins to rise,

A sigh that moves with lilting ties,

It brushes past the bending trees,

A tender hand, a kiss so free.

The rivers murmur, time flows on,

A melody both bright and drawn,

The tide rolls out, the tide returns,

As nature shifts and seasons turn.

Summer hums in rolling waves,

In rustling fields and twilight caves.

The pulse of earth, the breath of air,

A rhythm whispered everywhere.

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