Atop the mountains, morning mist, awakens with a sigh

Carried on the whispering wind, reaching for the sky

Climbing trees and bowing limbs, a journey to the top

To blend together with the clouds, traveling till they stop

Then fly again, across the plains, such wonder they display

As they turn the heavens into rain, on this dreary April day

Nourishing the ground below, the same from which they rose

Watching as a flower blooms, watching as her beauty grows

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