You stand there,
smile on your face,
without a care in
the world.
You are the smell of rain
always welcomed by
a plain brown earth.
Always sweet to hear
like the playing of
your cello.
You sing like a bird yet
you are afraid of
your voice.
And yet everything
surrounds you, a moose
under a blue sky.
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