Small petals of a flower
flying in the wind
Drops of water run their course
on the leaves
in the morning dew
See the willow bird
flapping its wings
Seen through tired eyes
in the morning dew
The trickle of sunlight
Comming through the trees
In this great forest
with its quiet breeze
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