Tom (tomm'ee) Whipple
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The water that falls,
And, its sounds on canvas roofs,
On of tents,
And the music it composes.
I love the resulting splashes in my eyes
Not of rain,
And, , , listening to birds that simply, , ,
Trees that are green and lean,
Coloured by the rainbow of their ages
Whisperings of hundred years,
And the leaves that are brittle old,
The rustling they speak into the winds,
And the bark that whispers of passing animals,
The makings of their homes.
I love the resulting splashes in my eyes.
Not of ...