The world keeps turning,
The wind gently blows,
The grasses are green,
The mountains are high,
Under the heaven.
The silent sea
Show no big waves,
The ocean sand
Becomes castles.
The birds fly
Soaring high
With their wings
Beneath
The blue
Sky.
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
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