Little bit of rain
Little of wind
Shaking the stems
Moving the strings
Playing the tunes on the violin
Crickets rubbing legs
Trunks entwined twisting
Whistling and creaking
And Praising like a shaker
Devout in wind bowing
Bouquet of flowers bending
Breaking the bough
The whole howling orchestra knowing
Conducting these instruments of woodwind blowing
Clarinet of lime, bassoon of bowling ash
Proud deep oboe of pine
Brass tacks failing
As the barbed wire fence is plucked out
The catastrophic beat of the Oak drums thump
As they fall in the fields
Where the rain is hurled
Like sweeping bows that dart
Back and forth as tiny fish in a pool
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