Symphony of the Wind
Early in the morning when walking my dog.
I hear the early morning chorus,
and the croaking of the frogs,
Above clouds, they dance across the sky,
twirling their pink skirts,
as they go passing by.
In unison the trees they sway,
to the symphony of the wind,
it is the the dawning of another lovely day.
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