In open sky,
The flowers are dancing.
In open flowers,
Insects are entering.
And no insecticide
Would help at this time.
Nature itself is
Calling me and I'm going.
Where is the road
In the sky,
I know not though.
I am going to measure
The time and for the result
All are waiting.
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