The all too familiar hum; lawn-mowers manicuring lawns that line the street,
A quaint reminder of the soon to arrive bliss, of Summer’s golden heat.
The brutal cold, the snowy blast of Winter’s storm, desired to be forgot;
Full knowing, it is a painful trial paid, for the most joyful season of four sought.
Much to do about the woes of climate change and, global warming’s effects;
Given the chance to choose between bitter cold or balmy heat, the latter wins I bet.
Though, the ills affecting the world from calamitous, thunderous seasonal storms;
The want to bask under the golden rays of Summer’s Sun remains, for most, the norm.
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