Welcome Summer.
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Poem (Welcome Summer)
I hear sweet melody,
Summer comes, summer comes.
Welcome after dark clouds,
Cold air, disappear sunbeam.
Welcome summer, miss quietness.
Miss silence, warm feelings.
A solemn nature, beautiful green hills.
Love flowers, grass, sunbeam.
Interest sound breeze, moon light.
No more fog in the morning.
The bird's chirping, childhood flourish.
Green mountains, laughs echo everywhere.
It's a great time, great atmosphere.
Summer is the fullness and beauty season of the year.
All people are happy, all animals, all plants sing
Pleasant song for summer's coming.
Still life hugs happiness and colorful.
Welcome summer, welcome tranquility.
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