Greens, yellows, reds, oranges, and blues are the colors I saw as I caught a glimpse of the top of the hill; they were as innocent as the breeze that had blown through the leaves of the tall oak trees in the meadow. With flowing fields of green and yellow; the tall grass and hay tickled my legs as I ran barefoot through the fields of golden soybeans. Orange and black butterlies fluttered out of the tall green grass as my childish footsteps had tried to run upon them without making any noise; their colors soared to the highest-red, yellow, and blue wildflowers to rest away from my reach until it was safe for them to return to the tall grass;
this time of year was my favorite,
this time of year I called it summer.
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