"Sitting here in the summer breeze.
The birds are singing, and so are the trees.
For here I am, a moment saved in time:
Laying under this tree, yes it's all mine."
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For one to many, many for one.
One shall see what no one can see.
Come far and near, to here and there.
Rest now, for you are here.
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Clean slate, for a winter state.
White snow fell consuming dying life.
Renewed the next season, to melt and come to life.
Refresh your mind, and body alike.
For winter is here relax in delight.

--What Will You Be?--
What will you be, when the time comes?
What will you be, when there is nowhere to run?
What will you be, when you look back on the world?
And what will you become, when life shows you the way
What will you become, when given the chance?
And what will you do, when you reach your end?

--words--
All of my words, Here they are,
a series of letters let all in a row,
For though I try, they will never come,
I call and bark and then some.
For there they are just out of reach,
and there they shall stay to never make a peep.