When the sky is bright,

and the stars are few,

O’er the hills ,

there grows an old yew.


And when the moon went to sleep,

the leaves smiled so bright,

the clouds are so deep,

at the site of daylight.


The clouds red and orange,

what a site so beautiful,

why the clouds are so deep I asked myself,

and why the birds are so cheerful.


The flowers danced in glee,

the air scented, so alluring,

Nature around me is so enchanting,

the sky twinkled  like a galaxy.


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