Soft wind, a gentle sigh,
Winter sleeps beneath the sky.
New green shoots begin to peek,
Secrets that the breezes speak.
Flowers bloom in colors bright,
Dancing in the morning light.
Birds all sing a happy tune,
Welcoming the month of June.
Winter sleeps beneath the sky.
New green shoots begin to peek,
Secrets that the breezes speak.
Flowers bloom in colors bright,
Dancing in the morning light.
Birds all sing a happy tune,
Welcoming the month of June.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
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Comments1
Bright and airy it calls out for summer. Nicely written
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