Sun again
Again sun in cold of Canada
And sky is canvas with clouds
And trees under loads of green
The birds chirp or sing too proud.
It is time
It is time
It is time
To become a snake, shed skin
Open eyes and crawl devoting
Attention to nature's beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
And observes what come on
Liveliness
Liveliness
Liveliness
That is bowl, surrounding.
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