Summer's Coming
Some days the Spring is cold and grey
And drizzling rain is no surprise.
It seems that nature's lost her way
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
While rain washed blooms can find no bees
A worm is still a blackbird's prize.
The sparrows fuss and skulk in trees
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
And what of you my nature's child,
Will I find love inside your eyes?
I love to watch you running wild
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
Some days the Spring is cold and grey
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
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