As the sky gives birth to the sun in the morn,
The golden hue,
filters through the morning dew.
As the impeccable diamonds,
clinging to the leaves,
wait to dribble;
The chipmunks scuttle out and nibble.
As the gentle breeze dances along with every flower,
The tired yet graceful blossoms,
Anticipate a brief shower.
As the fluttering butterflies color the air,
Leaving behind the blooms all bare;
The mellow sun still blankets the earth,
With everyone possessing an equal share.
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