I see trees of green
and the leaves are clean
The wind is whistling
As the birds chirping
As we are listening to the sound of rattling leaves
Sand blows around
dancing to the wind
As the hound scratches in the sand
and finally the acorns joined
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
I see trees of green
and the leaves are clean
The wind is whistling
As the birds chirping
As we are listening to the sound of rattling leaves
Sand blows around
dancing to the wind
As the hound scratches in the sand
and finally the acorns joined
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