The July sky is a deep azure blue.
Budding roses are wet with morning dew.
A dazzle of keen butterflies emerge,
Over country lanes, lush green grass and ferns.
In the hedgerows, fox gloves stand proud and tall,
As a blackbird trills out its welcome call.
Poplar trees sway gently in the soft breeze,
As the crow cries unsettle the cornfields.
The golden sun's a bold god: pouring light
Upon the streams that glisten diamond bright.
In the haze of the heat, bees buzz around.
The scent of fresh pollen has them aroused.
The forests and hills flourish with new life:
Drunk on drowsy summer's rich, vintage wine.
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