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Enjoy Natures Thrill
The feeling of grass beneath my feet, the smell of fresh roses in the air; The need to quench my thirst, and shield my eyes from the suns’ bright glare. The craving I have for an ice-cream, and all of my prayers for the rain; There’s no question about it, -Summer is here once again! No wind to cool your skin, life depends on the swimming pool; If I lived beside the coast, perhaps at night I’d be more cool. The stars above me laugh, they know I’m not at peace; In Summer they watch as I melt; and in Winter I’m wrapped up in fleece. There’s no winning with this weather; I long for the Autumn and Spring; I hate the coldness of Winter; and the discomfort that Summer can bring. But I love the Summer’s night sky; and the distant storms that crawl; I love the smells after the rain; And looking up from beneath trees that are tall. My mind’s in such a muddle; perhaps that’s why I can’t be still; I guess I should learn to adapt; and just enjoy, natures’ thrill.
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