Deep under the sky,
Waved the tides in high.
Moonlit between the lumber,
Were the species in slumber.
Happenings in the wood,
rodents in search of food.
Right through the metro,
halloween sounds of the stereo.
Echoes of howls through the canines,
did flatter the bats in menace.
The water fell from a high,
Stood the owl in a sigh.
Leaves bore the drops of dew,
Making it as fresh as new.
Stood the long trees in erect,
Proving the nature's law as correct.
Beneath the wet soil,
Lay in warmth the coil.
Praising the nature's beauty,
Swung the monkey's in naughty.
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