Summer will rise up, infused,
when sunshine mixes with the rain
and warms our blood and bones.
Trees wiggle their fingers
and shake their roots awake,
unfurling leaves and petals
into the pageantry of spring.
Beguiling with it's best intentions
the sun leaps from cloud to cloud
shouting, "I’m back, I'm back!"
when sunshine mixes with the rain
and warms our blood and bones.
Trees wiggle their fingers
and shake their roots awake,
unfurling leaves and petals
into the pageantry of spring.
Beguiling with it's best intentions
the sun leaps from cloud to cloud
shouting, "I’m back, I'm back!"
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