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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