Mother natures song

Half awake,
the aftermath of a storm,
this cold morning,
her ecstatic song.

Wet is the bark of a tree,
its leaves stare at me,
this morning's insane,
an insane morning on a day mundane.

The silent morning sang to me,
mother natures song,
in perfect rhythm,
how can she be so strong?
After all we've done,
she still sings this song,
a song so new,
on the leaves are soft drops of dew.

Mother natures song,
soft, soulful and rhythmic,
that profoundly amazing song,
mother natures song.

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