Anthology of Ideas

Little green Tadpole
Alone in a water bucket
Silence Splash Trickle

Chipmunk digs the ground
Buries a little green acorn
Soon to be a tree

Large lone maple tree
Emperor of the meadow
Who does it rule over

Wind whistles through trees
Boughs and branches sway from it
A black hawk flies straight

Far above the clouds
Where heaven ends earth begins
Beauty no one sees

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