Sun is heating,
Clouds retreating,
Far beyond the rays of sun,
Swimming, Running,
Water gunning,
Summer is a time for fun,
And as the water reflects sunshine,
Forming other worlds that are so divine,
The voice of nature cries out in chorus,
Let all its beauty be seen before us,
And leaves change hue,
Their numbers are few,
And now it is Fall,
The final season I recall.
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