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Notes trickle through the trees In falling acorn buds and leaves An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.
That crescendos during fires, Falling to a chant when it rains. The forest is a symphony.
Notes trickle through the trees In falling acorn buds and leaves An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.
That crescendos during fires, Falling to a chant when it rains. The forest is a symphony.