Summer in Nebraska
From high above the gold I see
the sun touching my face and bringing life
to everything around me.
I greet the soft singing of the Robins as they welcome
The seven cities of gold I found,
As I walk by and I look at the bright yellow, red, and orange,
It is gold I see, it is all around me.
I rejoiced to the warmth around me,
for I know it will soon be gone.
The sun, life, joy..
for it will soon again disappear
behind a cloud like a dream,
and I will not see the gold again.
Everything will be a memory,
and the robins too will disappear,
until the warm sun returns again.
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