Trees In The Summertime

February 15, 2016
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You are like the rain
You patter against my pain
You are the bearer of storms
Yet you keep me so warm
When the clouds recede
You are all that I need
And the rain makes the ground smell sweet
That scent somehow encases me
I'm happy the boy whom I call mine
Smells of the trees in the summertime.






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