A pinecone, gently growing.
The river, gently flowing.
The crow, gently crowing.
And me, not giving a shit.
The leaves, gently falling.
The bug, gently crawling.
The puddle, gently sprawling.
And me, not giving a shit.
The forest, gently breathing.
The wind, gently screaming.
The Spring, gently leaving.
And me, not giving a shit.
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