Summer's Standing Still

Summer's standing still,
a smile on her face.
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The quiet is like thunder
when there is nothing left to say.
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Weeds might tell the wind,
to whisper and to blow.
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So hold tightly to your string
or just give in and let it go.
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Summer's hands are empty,
streets stick heavy with the heat.
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The Sun lies in the shade
in the valley, behind the trees.
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The ground will choke with seeds
as limbs will laugh for joy.
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Spreading out their leaves
in the rays to feel the blow.
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Storms are looming over,
ready for the chance to quake.
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Blue skies will crack open
as white clouds are soaked in gray.
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But Summer is quite smitten with
the game that they will play.
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Hiding in the little girl
with a smile on her face.