the reeds sing in a way few ever hear
the song is sweet but a little sharp
a cunning ear will learn to see with
foggy light cut by the snow
a passing ambulance rides on water
the bugs about are all in trouble
a clever eye can sense the danger
these are the things few ever know
a cloudy day, a bit of sunshine
beams of light break through the white
a delicate touch can feel the difference
but sometimes people stay below
unfortunate trodden tulips flatten
as the boy sits to sniff the daisies
the scent is only slight, conflicted
lights the path for him to follow
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