Simple is always best

Flute notes stream
through the air

like smoke,
and the trees wave to

the sweet, sweet wind.

Music fills the air
as day draws to a close,
and the reeds flutter with

the sweet, sweet wind.

Laughter bubbles
from the bellies of small children,
and petal-dresses dance in

the sweet sweet wind.

Happiness flows from my
warm hard pen,
as my poem draws to
a sweet, sweet

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