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Longer the day,
moving from Spring
to Summer.
Not enough rain.

Floated the Butterfly,
amongst the blooms.
Flitting to and fro,
searching for nectar.

A pleasant scene,
to roam so free
with a sweet reward,
made just for thee.

A morning mist,
kissed the trees,
vanished, blown by
the early breeze.

Long were the rays,
of the setting Sun,
a sprinkling light,
another day done.

River's flow,
tears won't dry,
sadness comes,
another goodbye.

Let the wind blow,
through towering trees,
bending of branches,
a cooling breeze.

Sun rays,
slide in backwards,
from a weird sky,
as if it had been rent,
ripped into shreds,
allowing dappled,
light to touch
the ground.
Soundless.

The saddest sound,
I've ever heard,
came from the mouth,
of a wild bird.

The sound, forlorn,
crying a tune,
was made by a
saddened Loon.

The sound rose higher,
many notes may remain.
A haunting cry,
so much pain.

Do we humans,
react the same,
when our love,
no longer came.

A late Spring wind,
blew the tree,
a whistling sound,
slightly off key.

Hot weather
now in sight,
soon to be
another sleepless night.

Rambling brambles,
Blackberries, too.
Stickers, a lot,
Scratches, a few.

Does the morning light,
breaking at dawn,
appear as sunbeams,
across the dewy lawn?

Dawn comes,
Sun rises,
moistures floats
in steamy plumes,
warming the air.
A breeze rustles,
branches and leaves.
Another beautiful day
in the land I love.