Summertime
The butterflies wings flows with the wind
The clouds start to shape shift
Colors are starting to get brighter
Red, blue , green , purple , yellow , and orange
All the colors are together to make the world less grey.
The sun starts to rise
The flowers are rising with the light
The light never stops reflecting at the water.
When summer comes
The living will forever make peace.
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