The rain is falling, fast and free
upon this leafy canopy;
I can see a million shades,
of green gold glowing grassy blades.
Brightest emerald vies with fern,
Neon green flames seem to burn;
Shamrock lifts its pretty face
framed with luscious vines of lace.
Jade velvet moss upon the trees,
Swathes of ivy cheat the breeze;
Olive hues gleam soft and dark,
Mint offers but the lightest spark.
Where has all the dull dust gone?
How like the dark before the dawn!
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