how the trees sing in the wind,
how the tulips dance.
Long ago, I read it.
Today, I watch
red roses bloom,
reflections of the sun,
swaying with the breeze.
I watch today.
Tomorrow I wait
for the birds to flock,
red robins hopping on the grass,
jays scolding from the trees.
I wait for tomorrow.
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