Sunshine on the water,
Reflecting into my eyes,
Glitters like fairy dusts,
Sparkles like diamonds.
Sunray peeks through the clouds,
Reaching for the green grass,
Drying up the damp mud,
Blooming the bougainvilleas.
Oh, how lovely it is,
In the season of Spring.
To run around the field,
Is what I’ve always been dreaming.
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