Its raining
Pouring from different directions
A flute begins to play
The sound is coming from within a nest
It sounds like the last song
For the tree is slowly giving in
While it breaks and falls
the song continues
More sounds join
A toad crocks, your heart beats louder
Clouds form in your eyes as well
The rains mix in secrecy
Little children look at you
They know just how you feel
they blow lovely kisses telepathically
From that instant
you zoom out and away
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