Oh summer's breeze,
you lift my heart,
and blow away my tears,
while carrying off sore memories,
of events in recent years,
you brush the leaves,
of old oak trees,
and sweep the dust away,
as fresh dew sparkles on the grass,
to greet the break of day,
help me to step on dewey ground,
with head held high and strong,
to face the future, greet the sun,
though the days seem harsh and long.
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Submission Name: Face the day
