'On A Summers Day'
WHERE the birds sing, I'll listen to their song,
Sitting on the fresh green grass;
Alone and peaceful at last.
Thinking of now and not past
I hear their whistling sounds;
Whistling, whistling, above the trees,
A delightful serene feeling so free.
On A Summers Day
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What a sweet drop! ! Enjoyed.