Blazing streaks of rose and gold peek
Through the clouds in the east at dawn.
The morning sun smiles, earthward drawn;
Flowers stretch upward, warmth to seek,
Bathing in dew drops on the lawn.
Old Sol slides higher in the sky,
Causing colors below to live,
For life is indeed his to give.
Butterflies flit, pretend they're shy -
Summer at its most creative.
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