Sunlight gleaming on morning dew,
Silver webs spinning the branches through,
Greeting me on my morning stroll.
Upon the lilac tree perched the sparrow,
And as I strolled through the orchards,
With petals welcoming my strained foot steps,
A song from atop of a tree remote I heard.
And now i hate to shun away,
As to my dreams the key I found this way!
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