They're dancing,
Dancing high in the blue colored
sky,
Catching the wind with their feathered wings.
They're waiting,
Waiting low in the tall, un-cut
safari grass,
Catching the hot sun with their spotted backs.
They're gliding,
Gliding quickly through the cold
ocean water,
Catching the warm currents as they swim by.
They're singing,
Singly softly in the vast, hilly field,
Catching "lemon drops" with each purple tinted petal.
This is nature.
Isn't it beautiful?
 
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