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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


I wonder, I wonder, how big is the sun?
Playing under the sun is so much fun.
Is it large, medium, or small?
In the summer and the fall.

Mother nature is very cool,
I could learn more about it at school.
The sun is huge and the sky is blue.
I can't wait, to go to the zoo.

The sun is round and very yellow,
I like eating orange jello.
The sun keeps us warm,
When there is a storm.


In the early part of spring,
You will hear, many birds sing.
They are just letting, the rest of us know,
Winter is over, spring melted the snow.

You will notice, a beautiful scene,
The trees will slowly, begin to turn green.
Chipmunks and bunnies will come out and play,
Bears will no longer, sleep during the day.

It's exciting, when spring finally arrives,
Bees will make honey, inside their hives.
So much to do, so much to see,
Insects and animals, are happy and free.

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