the smell of the new morn hay
in the middle of the vast greenfield
tells something that it's time
for a new gathering
birds chirpping , singing,
flying high up in the sky
greeting each other
saying "it's time for mating"
sun shines brightly
no trace of dark clouds
let the sun shine....
let the sunshine
see the sunshine bright..
trees are swaying
to the left to the right
leaves are shaking
wind blows so hard
hold on to me
says the soil to the tree...
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