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As the wind briefed the shrubs To heel by its course The wobbled shrubs then whispered To be gentle by it’s arouse The wind then tamed by the virtue of verity For the shrubs to dance freely The bopping shrubs then exclaimed To bestow with clouds and dance monarchally The wind then questioned – Monarchally? The sun that appeared brightly Is actually taking away the greenery. The thirsty shrubs then insisted The wind to be kind To come along with the clouds To pour upon them heavily. As the wind then decided To play by its mollifies It conferred with the vapors And asked the sky To evince its outrages with cumulonimbus And fall upon the earth over the shrubs To meet their thirst And respire along with the wind To heel by its course. The fresh aroma of the earth That breathed by the rain Few drops glinted upon the garden And the grasses sprinkled by the free rein.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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