Clouds lining the sky, wearing their royal white
robes as they travel through the heavens, breezes
hiding within them.
Laughing as leaves and limbs are being moved in
silent air currents, bowing their heads in deference
to nature's balance.
Spreading their branches into skies above, calmly
looking out the window of this exam room, enjoying
this mind playing with Mother Nature.
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