summer
Summer
The field is almost dry
Only the purple thorns at the end of the lot
And here and there a yellow flower.
hot
It's very hot in summer
The trees deepen their roots
Suck the soil moisture.
But every flower rejoices the heart
The heart rejoices in its beauty.
And the field bee workes
collects nectar and pollen
Among the few field flowers.
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