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But I Saw Three Birds
And the thunder rumbled.
The trees quivered in response,
Rustling their leaves in disquietude.
Suddenly a strong wind arose,
Bringing the warning of turbulence.
The roses dropped some petals in fear,
Twisting and turning, yet holding their ground-
And still the birds sang.
A tremendous gust bent the trees
And showered pink confetti high in the air
But I saw three birds
Winging high in the evening sky
Over the valley
And I soared too.
