Summer

The breeze sighs throught the reaching arms,

leaves rustle at the tips. 

The grass sways as

the breeze fight the rising heat.

The need for a pool or a lake rising.

The summmer a time for breaks and vacations.

The smell of flowers and various plants fills the air. 

Summer loved by some, 

Hated by others.

Most already looking forward to fall.

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