I whistle on a gleeful tree
Swaying and giggling, merry as I wish to be.
Visitors, Crow or the cuckoo, squirrel or a sparrow
I am part of this beautiful meadow.
Lightning hits, winds blow, I shiver
The sun's warm stroke, I stop to quiver
Alone not am I as my fellows look around
Painted by moonlight I rest,
amidst silent sound.
On a radiance sheathed river, I slowly trapeze
Gentle lifts of graceful waves melt me to ease
I row as a mermaid's friend dives, a caterpillar hops on to reach ashore
The little leaf I am and a boat too am I for some mirth more.
Swaying and giggling, merry as I wish to be.
Visitors, Crow or the cuckoo, squirrel or a sparrow
I am part of this beautiful meadow.
Lightning hits, winds blow, I shiver
The sun's warm stroke, I stop to quiver
Alone not am I as my fellows look around
Painted by moonlight I rest,
amidst silent sound.
On a radiance sheathed river, I slowly trapeze
Gentle lifts of graceful waves melt me to ease
I row as a mermaid's friend dives, a caterpillar hops on to reach ashore
The little leaf I am and a boat too am I for some mirth more.
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