Summer's Here
Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be.
A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,
A baby bird that's learning to fly,
All of these things bring a happy cheer,
And tell everyone, summer is here.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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