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Summer

Bright rays of sun grazing the meadows
Sparkling light beaming from leaves and flowers
Hands and hats shielding faces in furrows
Heat washed away by cooling monsoon showers

Birds migrating from places yonder
Mountains standing bare and tall
Rivers flowing with zest and wonder
Cascades of water fiercely fall

Long days enlivening the streets
Summery dresses with bows and pleats
Cool drinks and ice cream treats
Laughter, gaiety and festive beats

Family visits and vacations galore
Fun times and adventures abound
Grandparents passing on fascinating tales of lore
These are the days we wait for all year round

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