In green solemnity the savannah stretched away,
A scattering of fallen leaves in brownish cover lay.
Just yet the breeze didn't feel like blowing,
So in quiet awe remained the leaves of the lofty tree.
To waste my fat away I had come to thee,
But now with reverence I listened to the silent scenery.
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