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Nature's Ambiance
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Spring Quarter 2006 The trees outside sway.
The wind crales the branches.
Ah could this be love?
The wind dies down, calm.
But leaves still shake and shiver.
Leaves with butterflies?
The wind ceases, stops.
The leaves now begin to fall.
Down, down, they float, gone.
The sky opens up.
Clouds sing a song of misery.
Soaking leaves in blue.
Drops caress each leaf.
But soon they too will fall.
Rolling away like somber tears.
With the weight of blue.
Branches frown, heavy hearted.
The weeping willow.
~*~ Jill ~*~
