The wind blows,
To gather the fleeting clouds.
All together they laugh.
Rain is their laughter.
It rains and seeds sprout,
a plant grows,
in spring the flowers bloom.
Plants laugh as flowers.
On a blossoming tree,
birds come to rest,
enjoying that beauty they sing.
The laughter comes out as a song.
Again,
The song dissolves in wind.
A cool breeze blows,
rest lives enjoy the breeze.
And the wind laughs by spreading laughter.
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