Gently the sunbeams dance upon my face
With the early daylight comes the morning breeze
Summer is upon us everybody sees...
Looking out the window I can see the sky
A gentle stretch of blueness just for you and I
Clouds aren't even present: just the stretch of blue
Something of a predictor of the weather coming through
A golden stream of daylight rests upon the grass
Trees reach up to receive it: there's no need to ask
An entire day of nutrients inside each single ray
Plants and trees and creatures are nurtured for the day
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