June 23, 2007 © Vesta Jiang

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Green leaves drip tiny water droplets

Fall off with a loud thud

That shake the earth

Disturbing the microscopic life

Crawl tiny lives on the ground

Careful not to prick the delicate structure

Of everything surrounding them

Loud chirping still echoes

Through the thundering air as

Hundreds of feathers roam

Effortlessly through the

Sky is a radiant blue

Free of any contaminants

That disgrace the beauty within

All that is soon

Inexistent

By destructive hands.

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