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All Alive
Hiding behind the clouds,
The moon casts a silver line,
The breeze cutting through,
Makes it all alive.
Clouds covering the shiny white ball,
Turning the sky dark,
The rain now falling hard,
Makes it all alive;
The flowers on the pavement,
The leaves on the trees,
The fishes that swim in,
The deep blue sea.
The hills blush green,
The water falling in a rhythm,
The puddles forming on roads,
Casting reflections of the moon, so sudden.
The breeze blows the clouds,
The moon shines back,
The rain stopping momentarily,
Making it all alive.
