It is a beautiful morning
With rain drops hitting
The roofs making a soft
And sweet melody
Caressed by cool wind
In the garden tiny buds
To open up to the world
Are getting ready
Grasses hold raindrops
And bend in their weights
To kiss the soil and in the
Rays shine green
Birds shake their plums
Inside their nests and
Get ready to fly to pick
Seeds and preen
It is a beautiful morning
To look at the fresh earth
Draped in green shining
As if taken a new birth
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