Nature

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The voices of the wind
Whisked me away
Just as the fire of the sun
Warned its sun ray
The way the leaves
Tickled me chin in the breeze
The dandelions brushed under
my nose to make me sneeze
Trees would sing
Their own note song
Grass laughed in the air
As I skipped along
It used to feel like
Nature set me free
Instead the soul cloud
Kept binding me
Nature felt like
I was in another, greater time
Now it is only just
Another rhyme

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