Rain kissed leaves flutter to the earth below

So many beauties,  people may never know

Like how branches hug the wind at night

The sun that glows at morning light

So many things we take for granted

Given to us newly planted

To busy to notice taraxacum disappear

Never see the newborn deer

A world to full of so much technology

Ignoring the rareness of astrology

The End

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