When the Rain comes Moon hides and chides
When the Moon is out the Rain obliges
Rain and Moon cannot be together
Neither are day and night
Flowers cannot differentiate whether the shine is from Sun or Moon
Because they both shine
And the wind is blind
Sweeping everything along its way
Trees are growing each moment
Grasses too, needing a trim
Fruits are ripening on the trees
Everywhere
Ready to be eaten
Sweet
All the above is lovely
Love is truly living
In Nature
Alive.
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