I grow like a tree
in the garden of me
my roots are deep
in the world of sleep
and the flowers bloom
under the kiss of the moon
the tree sprouts fruits
while the bee plays the flute
the cats and dogs dance
while the mice and birds chant
the feeling of rain drops
falls lovely like rabbits hope
now comes the rise of the sun
wake up the day has begun.
(part 2 can not come until am either sad, or angry, so hopefully not for a while^__^)
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