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The Warm Summer Breeze
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Childhood It was the young, warm summer grass
the heated summer breeze;
I walked upon the grassy hill,
a horse grazed near the trees.
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The warm wind was pleasant
and my heart was at peace,
as some birds sang in the evergreen trees
and bright rays of sun hit my back.
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So I lay there on that quiet hill
on the warm, dry summer grass,
and thought what a blessing it was -
to simply be.
