Taste of Summer
Inhale the scent of fresh cut grass,
Smelling crisp in the morning dew.
The fighting hummingbirds begin their clash,
As the morning starts anew.
While Spring's lovely days
Are warm and sweet,
As they come from April to May,
Don't let yourself miss a beat;
Spring's days last only as long as you live them.
So spend your time out in the Sun,
And eventually you'll see the best outcome:
A happy life lived fully until done.
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