A rising wind

Rustled loose leaves

On green grass, dark

Gray clouds hung

Low under the sky,

Tall trees dressed in

Wraps covering bark

Reached arms high

To sway amidst faint

Music only they

Heard played by

Nature's

Instruments,

Rippling brooks

Winding throughout

The scene preparing

For imminent

Rainfall's wet sheen.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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