Asthe sun beats down
the dewy rain on the blades of grass
slowly dries
and the sun bakes the earth.
The birds are chirping,
hopping from tree to tree
waking upthe blossoms
with their graceful song.
The squirrels are scurrying about,
guarding their precious acorns,
as the sun shines brightly
and warms the air.
The bugs in the garden
are carefully working,
churning the soil and feeding flowers,
helping the garden grow.
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