In the morning
After the rains,
The lands are wet
With dew and mist
The rivers overflow
The sun is slow
To wake
For the towns’ sake,
In instalments
On the roofs first
On the trees and nests
On the fields and streets
Through the lands, wild
And upon all mankind
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