My soul, sings the songs of joy
such as a happy bird that sings
beneath a rainbow's lovely arch
upon the open green
a thick dark veil
drew across the sky
the wind went wild
among the gusty trees
plop, plop- plop, the
rhyme ringing clear
plop in the frosty silence
plop in the echoing sight
my delighted heart
screamed and danced
tossing and turning
in the din of the whirling wind
at once the mountains
rivers and brooks
appeared with a magnificent
spotless, pure looks
i captivated by the
stunning beauty
stood still along
the window pane
watching the after effect
of the shower
that could quench even
the thirst of the royal mane.
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