Flowers

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The flowers are dancing in the light green meadow,
The breeze making them flow.
The grass around them graceful,
Dancing in a row.

The leaves from the trees are falling,
Dropping lightly to the ground.
The sun shadows is casting,
Mellow is the sound.

Later in the day, the sun is falling down.
The only light comes from the stars,
Scattered in the sky they go around.
Like little floating glass-like shards,
Glowing with their mighty clan.

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