The trees whisper in the wind
While I lie on a tuft
The back of my Thyphenminusshit; wet
With sweat and evening dew
I hear little insects
Burst with happy songs
Like and orchestra
On their conductor's cue
The clouds part
And I see the face of God
He whispers gently in my ear
Secret dreams take flight
And I trot back home
As hope replaces fear
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