Oak trees in full emerald dress whispered secrets in the breeze, their feet tickled by nodding the grasses. Robins sang for their mates, and a woodpecker rata-tata-tated on a nearby tree trunk.

After the hush of winter, the songs and smells of summer played upon the senses like an oratorio in full crescendo.

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