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Springhtly and warm

the raindrops are falling down

pouring on the wide wood

in the maze of greenery

Flowers and shoots

are dancing the dance of life;

birdies run for cover

underneath the sodden leaves.

The Oak Tree is watching it all,

King upon his throne

Everything keeps changing,

and yet standing still;

he knows and stands alone...

After the rain,

the bees and the butterflies

hover through the branches,

with their queer trajectories.

Quick as a wink,

a squirrel is running down

sniffing at the new scents,

in a bright burst of life.

The oak tree is watching it all

from the greeny dome

Through so many seasons,

the chill and the heat,

he's always stood alone...

The Oak tree is watching it all;

one more year has gone...

Sheltered by his leafage,

a new oak will spring;

he'll be no more alone...

All the nature, wild and free,

keeps on whispering its tune

in a hydroponic greenhouse

orbiting around Neptune...