Summer Magic
The air is bright and warm,
Sunlight dancing across my skin.
The wind twines through my hair as it runs through the trees,
And everything feels free.
It is a wade through the creeks,
Climb all the trees,
Run through the fields,
Watch the clouds drift by kinda day;
One of those magical summer days,
Because fresh air and sunlight are the best types of magic.
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