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The sky is boasting

its best Summer blue,

bees fill the air

with their nectar-laden drone.

One lone skylark

sings its way into the sky,

spiralling up, up, up,

to drop stone-like

in a swift dive

to its nest below.



Through a gap in the hills

the sea, sun polished,

salts the sharp breeze

as it spills onto soft sand.

Gulls haunting cries

reverberate from rock faces

that cling like clams to cliff sides.

The tang of abandoned seaweed

adds its unmistakable fragrance

altogether making this

a day to relive in dreams.