It is sad spring will go away
Giving way to the scorching heat
With warn wind and longer day
Trees will stand like silent ghosts
Valleys fall silent and leaves and
Grasses will turn brown and grey
Flowers will droop in the heat
And bees and butterflies will hide
In the shade of the bowers
Boatmen will be out of work and
Fishermen will be in towns due to
Drying of the streams and rivers
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