Summer Joy
The door opens to hot sunshine
and yellow daisies sway near
red roses, where orange
butterfly sits in summer, as
blue jay sings jazz at noon,
and red robin joins the tune.
Squirrels scamper in the
sycamore trees, green sheen,
in sight of droopy willows,
where violet butterflies flutter.
Then sunbeam runs out the door
to play. He's not sick anymore!
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