Midsummer Sun

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The midsummer sun hangs low in the sky

 

As children run to catch fireflies

 

The grass rustles softly underneath small feet

 

While parents watch cars pass on the street

 

 

These kids grow up, and faced with the change

 

They wish that things would stay the same

 

No more grass under their feet

 

There are no parents out watching the street

 

 

The years go by, children grow older

 

As the nights start to get colder

 

The midsummer sun is nowhere to be found

 

Frosty winds tickle their nose without a sound

 

 

Years later, when they are gray and old

 

Their grandchildren will remember the stories they told

 

About midsummer suns low in the sky

 

And little hands catching fireflies

 

The midsummer sun hangs low in the sky

 

As children run to catch fireflies

 

The grass rustles softly underneath small feet

 

While parents watch cars pass on the street 

 

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