The crunching of the grass

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Night sky,

end of July,

feeling the need for rain.

Crisp lawn,

break of dawn,

 awake to the sun again.

Day breaks,

nature awakes,

another beautiful morn.

Waiting again,

for absent rain,

as grass yearns to be reborn.

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