I am privy to the sweetness
Of endless summer days
Little girls with bouncing ponytails
Enjoying life in many ways.
Verdant trees with lush green branches
Seem to shimmer with delight,
While wild bird song opens us
To joy so very bright.
Pity the soul who does not see
How summertime is made for glee.
The steady hum of cricket song
Comforts the poor heart
All night long.
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