You, spellbound, gaze on me.
I, more stiff, you.
One human child; one, nature's.
A squirrel, mid-scuttle!
From tree trunk's side view.
Nothing, worded, or of
A noise, blows less rude
Could, interrupting, burst
This, seals each heart's reply
Sphere of quietude.
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