Come, sit with me in the woods
and listen
says the wind
swaying trees and rattling branches
rejoice with us
sing the peeping chorus
percussive rhythmists
melodic twitterers
high-pitched hummers
buzzing swarms
occasional scamperists
needle whisperers
dry-leaf chatter across snow cover
and be glad
be glad
be glad
chant all the forest voices.
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