there's new song from a tree
higher pitch than use to be
they still answer her in melody
although more jolly than yesterday
i sense a good weather coming
good for me; so as other living
pollen are getting lesser
thanks to rain; go wash more
fruit buds adorn branches
where birds pick on insects
while singing their lullabies
i don't mind dying with music
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