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This poem speaks of nature. |
| The heavenly sun came out, today; and jubilant wind joined it in play. The sky filled up with many smiles. Its rays reached out for miles and miles. Brown leaves lying upon the ground were lifted up and spun around. They whirled along with dancing grace, showing off in fluttering lace. Up, up they steadily lifted. Dropping, they came up then drifted. |