The air is singing the song,
The water is flowing down to earth,
The trees are smiling with flowers,
The sky is mocking at me telling
All the stories of haves and have-nots.
And I am dead with the rising sun,
I am dead with the full moon,
And I am dead with the ocean,
All that are in me.
And I cheer with my poems
That live with the entire day
Not ready to say goodbye.

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