birds at home, resting at ease,
rains will fall, the leaves of our trees,
greener they will be, for us to be free.
The sun comes out, our shadows at play.
Chattering beauties, dancing they sway.
The distant sky, so close it seems,
evade us it may, to hold it close, we pray.
The circle of life, birth and death.
Chronicles of truth, and anecdotes of hate.
the earth turns with us, and with each passing day,
may the oceans keep us, in it's embrace, safe.
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