sea weeds growing green
beneath pond a good sign
I didn't see fish around
so calm, so clear, clean
I see my shadow, my smile
so as tree besides mine
sun peeping through clouds
warm for a day on this month
what could have been happening
we have slight idea, we love
I wear my shorts, my t-shirt
I haven't seen surfers, yet
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