The sun is high, the air is warm;
The world is bright and free from storm,
The trees are green, the flowers bloom;
The summer's song is a sweet perfume.

The gentle breeze, a soothing sound;
As it whisper through the leaves around,
The bird are chirping, a melody;
A symphony of nature's harmony.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white;
As they float across the vast daylight,
The sun's rays, a golden hue;
A painting that is ever new.

The ocean wave, a rhythmic beat;
As they dance upon the sandy beach,
The sand so soft, beneath my feet;
A sensation that is ever sweet.

So let us revel in this season,
And all its beauty and it's reason,
For summer's song will soon depart,
And leave behind an empty heart.

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