What the sun did not see
I hid upon a tree
It shook with the wind
Look! It is me!
The boatman's boat flee
I ran to see
He was swimming now
Look! He is free!
A light bag, postman's glee
Email came to me
No mailbox to fill today
Look! He is free!
I climbed down the tree
The sun now shines on me
You can feel me here now
Look! It is me!
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