The alarm sings a song that I do not like.
Mundane and boring still I hear it all the time.
Outside the dawn choir sings a far finer tune.
Featuring sparrows, finches and blue tits too
A garden view sees two squirrels quarrel
Under a silver birch both flee and climb
Morning passes and now comes noon
To which the sun stands tall with the sky so blue
Majestic and proud, both giggles and barks come from a nearby field.
Good boy and a ladies best friend.
Down the street, the brown gate corner.
Five kids play but first comes numbers.
One turns his back on all the rest though none would know it’s the first of many.
The game begins and goes on and on. It evolves and changes yet on it goes.
The sun goes down.
The sky goes grey
I often think of summer days
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