A golden sun shining
From a clear blue sky
A little cloud of Goldfinches rising
From old grey thistle-heads
Twinkling
A hare leaps over the track
And away, over the moss
Over to where the deer are hiding
On the edge of the copse
Dragonflies and butterflies
Hovering and fluttering
There's a hushing wind
Sighing through the yellow birch
Ruffling leaves
Like a soft brush on a drum
A gentle kiss
A lovers touch.
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