It is the 3rd quarter of the year.
The day of young’s to be as happy as
Butterflies. When these young’s
Imitate the nature.
Natures embellish the nature.

as kids vie with water.
As tree engage in sunlight,
The late colors fade, no fag
Had burnt. Nature won’t be
Nostalgia, bees do pollination for nosh.

Nubile play as novas, climbing
The knolls here, there men take
Meekness introduces melees.
Spring is a mellifluous time.