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Nature


The wind runs through the meadow,

While the leaves danced,

Unaware of what's going on.

There I stood,

Watching the beauty around me.

 

The brook

Was talking excitedly

To anyone willing to listen.

There I stood,

Listening to its tale.

 

The clouds were steadily walking,

Across the sky.  With the sun,

Laughing as they passed.

There I stood,

Standing in silence,

At what was going on around me.

 

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