In summertime the pace slows down
The streets are emptier downtown
Crisp shades of spring have come and gone
Now summer spreads its fertile lawn
What great delight its fragrant yields
Ripe, dripping from tall stalks in fields
While up above a deep blue sky
Embraces them as birds fly by
Oh, give me summer fruits today
My hunger and my thirst allay
Its brightest colors offer cheer
To this best season of the year.
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'Summer spread it's fertile lawn', beautiful, Liilia!