Reaching for the sun,
Basking in its radiant light,
We play and run,
The blue sky, a clear sight.
The fields are lustrous green,
Summer holds the fort,
The air is fresh and clean,
A brisk walk keeps the mind taut.
Where daisies flourish,
We'd sit for a picnic,
Tales and laughter mesh,
We tie with hope, none is a cynic.
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