It was a bright summer morning;
And the sky was laden with clouds;
While the sun kept scorning;
The world was moving in crowds.
In the fields the sunflowers gleamed;
And the streams were crystal clear;
The nature always beamed;
Without dropping a single tear.
The world was cradled in the breeze;
Like a new born, she was asleep;
Birds flew over the trees;
And the night was growing deep.
The fairies of the night;
Have landed on the earth;
Their attire is so bright;
Like the fire in a hearth.
The summer moon was in the sky;
Like a king he stood and smiled;
While the world let out a sigh;
He consoled her like a child.
A summer day has passed;
Leaving memories behind;
Anticipating a new day to be chased;
The night has left the world blind.
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