Wild Days
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The trees shiver in rain
Standing in groups and
Whispering to each other
About the cold and the pain
The flowers do not play
Bees flit around them
Feeling sad and hungry
It is going to be a black day
The clouds look black
Swollen with rain they
Tarry over the lands to
Leak and waiting for a crack
The valleys are green
Wild flowers bloom
Aplenty by the stream
Where water is cool and clean
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