A poem.

Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,

Drifting along in a clear blue sky,

A field of wheat waving like a sea,

To see these show how beautiful our world can be,

A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,

A baby bird that is learning to fly,

All of these things bring a happy cheer,

And tell everyone that Summeer is here.

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