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Summertime is laden with growth,
Joys and sufferings - always both.
As the seeds of spring start to take root,
As flowers blossom and begin to bear fruit,
I sit back with inspiration and awe,
At the beauty before me I never foresaw.
I bow my head in gratitude and praise,
My God, truly, You never cease to amaze.