Circular Breathing

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The rain dances on the tin
Across the darkened sky it flies
Seeking refuge from within.

A simple tip of water
From the clouds that wandered by
Hoping to give earth a drink
With it's sweet lullaby.

Sinking in the meadow
To a daisy there at play
Who opens up its petals
And reap what God has made.

A honey bee so hard at work
Gathers nectar from it's bud
And flies into the raindrops
With a courageous love.

Up to the heavens it takes wing
To drop its sweet perfume
Upon the very clouds that tipped
The water from the moon.

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The drops are heard, then seen
Like lively little dancers
Taking time to breathe.