The trees wave speedily,
As the cool breeze blows along;
The lightning strikes magnificently,
As the gloomy clouds bong;
The peacocks dance happily
And the frogs sing a song;
The birds flee rapidly
And dwell over tree prong;
The floweret sleep gladly
For tomorrow they will flourish in throng,
As the dew drizzles gracefully,
Rebounding to where it belong.
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