Are they arguing

over directions or just

feel a need to sing?

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Singing through the trees,

sunlight falls on waiting ground:

music without sound.

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Wind whispers secrets

to the trees as the moon beams

and the stars smile.

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Reluctant to leave,

the moon lingers as the sun

slowly starts to rise.

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They left a part of

themselves behind, those gray birds

whose feathers I found.

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The sun kissed the clouds

and made them blush, insisting

it was a passing fancy.

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Standing by the pond,

a mother deer watches as

her two babies drink.

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Fireflies by night,

hummingbirds by day keep things

moving out my way.

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The pond silently

awaits the arrival of

the migrating geese.

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