Natural Highs
Early mornig dew
then the rising river mist
welcoming sunrise
Spring in its glory
Flowers of many colours
Honeybees at work
whirling clouds on high
The storm winds blows fiercely
distruction at hand
the river rushes
sweeping angrily along
farmers be careful
as the moon waxes
the wild wolves will be howling
tide is riding high
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