Happy

I am the trees, and the wind that blows through them
I am the sky and the sun and the stars
I am the dirt and I am the Earth and the dew in the morning
I am the rain and the hail and the sleet
I am the frost and the ice and I am the shiver that crawls up your spine
And I am your goosebumps…

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He picked up the pieces

Scattered shore to shore

Raven crying, nevermore

What ever for? He intonated

As heart in chest it undulated

Weeping willows, tree of sorrow

A brighter better new tomorrow

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