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The unison of all compos of nature is profound! |
| The moon winks to the sun And promptly, the sun comes out as planned But sometimes the moon winks And the sun stays sleeping As the black clouds that have drugged the sun thrive And bursting forth comes the rain. The leaves sprout first before all else And with the message of clear that they give The buds come out, one by one And with the silent progression of spring The flowers bloom in an assortment of color Hence adding to an existing beauty. The colors of nature involve in an intricate dance Blue for the skies, green for the grass Yellow for the sun, motley for the flowers It all seems too perfect, all too orchestrated And yet it’s all an effortless existence of beauty It’s simply the true dance of nature. |