Song of Summer

My eyes open to flashes of green.
The fingers of trees wave lazily,
welcoming me to the present.

I can hear the cicadas laughing again;
Each one louder than the other,
A drum roll to the song of Summer.

A stream hums out a melody nearby,
in harmony with an alto breeze.
The perfect tune for the dancing squirrels above.

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