Photo by Nikita Tikhomirov on Unsplash
In fields of red, where poppies sway,
The sun's warm touch brings forth their play.
In gardens green, where daisies bloom,
The sun's soft rays awaken the perfume.
The scent of flowers, a sweet delight,
Fills the air, a wondrous sight.
The sun, a gentle lover, true,
Brings forth the beauty, in all anew.

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