Slowly up and slowly down
Enjoying the quiet thrill
Pitter patter
The rain drops fall
As quiet as can be
Some are stopped by branches
Reaching out from within
And stay like clear happy berries
Eyes closed, imagining
The tree spirit coming out
Seeing the little dropsĀ
Shaking them all out
They fell upon her all alone
Well, not alone anymore
The girl of quiet happiness
The girl in a quiet swing
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