Summer
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Echel Achom
Butterflies fly, bees buzz,
Flowers sway towards each other,
As if whispering a secret that no one could ever know
The grass feels crunch beneath my feet.
Early summer morning, when there is just a slight chill,
And the grass is fresh with dew
The sun, the clouds,
The sky feels bigger than its ever been.
Butterflies fly, bees buzz,
Flowers sway towards each other,
As if whispering a secret that no one could ever know
The grass feels crunch beneath my feet.
Early summer morning, when there is just a slight chill,
And the grass is fresh with dew
The sun, the clouds,
The sky feels bigger than its ever been.