The meadow filled with the flowers
Rain down gentle drops, slight showers.
O the forests by the Greenland prairie,
Are darkened by the cloudy showers.
There are no voices in the petrified trees,
As the rain showers gently down.
How they flow swiftly in the breeze.
The life of the hardwood trees.
Creatures of the midnight forest,
Wait for the night to come out to play.
Waiting, waiting, they long for the moon,
Hoping it shall be full another night into
An extended midnight day.
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