Flying high, Flying High, Flying High, Part 2

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By jwhwz

In many colors; Of the rainbow; Floating and flying; It glows and glows. On a bright day; In the summer season; You can see the sun bright with light; A happiness reason. It is playtime, And the gardens grow; Growing up to the sky; With life; they glow! In the springtime, all of the flowers blossom; Opening up to see the sun; And the hunnies hop, And the squirrels run. The earth is content; Nature smiles with delight; Celebrating a joyous time; At a very heavenly height. Floating and flying high; Beauty is everywhere; Flying high, flying high; In the air.

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