A poem
The great outdoors just came out of the wash
The birds they sing a song under my close watch
Millions and millions of fallen raindrops
Oh, they make me stop and realize
We congregate, we come around to see
The smallest leaves grow from the biggest tree
Millions and millions of colors shining
Oh, they open wide my open eyes
Breathe in the air, it’s divinity
My outer shell is cracked, now I am free
Living and loving the world around me
Oh, the world we live
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