Aloud
The flowers are sweet with pollen
The grass is so green it looks fake
The trees stand tall as if they got something to say
The sun shines brighter and the heat grows with each passing moment
The clouds in the sky move through different cycles as if they're rushing to attain a goal
But the sky remains still, watching as everything below moves in synchronization,
Almost like a parent to some very particular children.
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