A sunny day in the yard
Wrecking all the records
Warm when it should be cold
But if you sit here with me
You can see how the breeze
Is made up of many
Little strands weaving
Through the rusting leaves
Stirred into a whirl here
Or trembling over there
How it's not one thing at all
But a thousand creatures
Breaking free and inter-mingling
Inviting us to join the dance
We may not get another chance
If nothing here can stay
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