Under the awning of the leaves,
The hairs on my leg mingle with the grass below —
As the sun dances on my face to the beat of my heart,
A smile seeps its way up my spine;
Yes, I say
As the worms sing
In the dance,
The bugs see me with impartial eyes,
As the world that I am
In synch, the both of us
For we are lost in the melody
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