The Blended Colors

The clear skies paint the heavens blue

And the clean grass paints the ground green.

The tall trees glow brown

And the bright sun shines yellow.

Birds fly to and fro

Between the clouds.

They sing and chirp

To a song only they can hear.

The wind sets the tune

For the trees to follow,

And the grass to shuffle.

And the colors all blend and match

To the season of the year,

Browns and oranges and yellows.

The songs grow louder and louder throughout the day,

And the lights brighter and brighter throughout the day.

It all creates a sort of harmony

That would otherwise go unseen,

But the mere beauty of it

Creates quite a scene.


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