Know the tree openly due to the weather,
Let us stay in the wild and be together.
May wise folk stay and bring more news,
Inside their souls is a joy of the breakthroughs.
Wind shall beat their brain, and the wild is nought,
For the wild season brought an onslaught.
Then they stayed for a while, little more than an hour,
To see sights of heaven and spring, the wildflower.
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