Leaves fall to the ground
The moist dewy grass remains still
as the ants trudge through it
preparing for the harsh winters.
A lone feather drifts with the calm breeze in
is a time when a lone feather drifts in the calm breeze.
Preparing for the harsh winters,
the ants trudge through
the moist, dewy grass which remains still.
Leaves fall to the ground.
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