The weather is hot and sunny
Clouds wrap themselves in bolls
Of cotton white like snow
And huge parches leave the sky
In its azure smile.
Down a tower of giraffes
Is watching the world
Up hawks are flying and hovering
Over a slithering snake
Chasing a hopping toad
And in this meadow
All the insects are hopping away
Some changing their colours
To that of the surrounding.
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