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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