The sun shines bright behind the frothy clouds
As from up above, the rain comes down.
The meadow is vast, and lush, and green,
The trees in the distance gently sway.
A rainbow fills the open sky.
Beneath its arc, a bird flies.
The ground is soft beneath my feet
And upon my head, thick raindrops beat.
The air is fresh, and I fill my lungs
To sing a song which has never been sung.
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