The white flower blooms is summer's sun,
The humid heat comes when the morning's done.
The days get longer with the passing hour,
As we sit and long for a rain shower.
The days will begin shorten again,
About the time fall begins slip in.
Until then we'll all enjoy the efflorescence,
This glorious season presents.
Luke 21:30
When they now shoot forth, ye see and know of your
own selves that summer is now nigh at hand.
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