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On this summers evening
Swallows fly low above the burgeoning bracken,
The clear tors steeped in granite time echo across the down
As the majesty of a west June evening fills me.

I gaze up to the blue busy bee laden sky
And the music of a sun filled life enters my still heart,
The creamy blossomed melodies flow out and their notes weave their way through the green oaks.

They rustle through the campions and ferns
As their golden fuelled honesty swirls forever as feathered notes in my green tunnelled heart.
Summer Song By Rachel Burch