sweet scents drifting in the air
as warm gentle breezes
ruffles up our hair.
We are specks in eternity
our voices raised to the heavens
as we sing our summer song.
Our lives are filled with vibrant colours
held within a constant glow
as we walk along the hedgerows
within our summer song.
24 September 2009
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