Crisscross, up and down
Gross side, rise and fall
The greens shine in the sun
Blur skies when it will
Sweet breezes, morning fragrances
Upon the fine Clement weather,
Daring birds plunge to catch the fishes
In all, Nature is left in her wonder
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