when everyone is gone,
it sings.
The glistening water lifts its voice,
hums the soothing notes of an unknown song.
The music of a beautiful voice,
a magical tune that is carried with the wind.
Then.
Emerald leaves on the old trees,
Crimson roses on the thorn bushes,
yellow tulips in their bunches,
and all begin to hum.
Nature is swaying with the warm breeze,
as the music continues to play.
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