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Steady Drums

White fluffy clouds
Dance through the open sky.
The sun reflecting his blazing light
Across the soft ripple of the water
Echoing the beat
Of their steady drums.
The mountains are painted
With their exotic colors.
That cover their faces
With pride and courage.
Their arrows pierce
Nature’s roaming children.
The worship the heavens
And thank them for the morning.





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