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.
This poem is about:
Our world
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