When the storm rushes upon the deep woods,

It lets down curtains of mist

And sheets of rain, that drip

Crystal beads among the trees.

Way above, the branches lash and moan

And weave. Below, it is still,

Still as the undersea.

Soft fern and feathery bracken

Loom through the mist

Like branching coral,

And drifting leaves float down

Like snowy fishes,

Lazily moving.

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 A Reminder

Down beneath the office windows

In a chestnut clump,

A robin sings all day long,

“Joyously, joyously!”

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