Flying high, Flying High, Flying High, Part 2, by jwhwz
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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. |
Posted: 2011-11-09 00:40:27 UTC |
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