Away from the tumult 
of motor and  mill
I want to be care-free;
I want to be care-free;
I want to  be still!
I'm weary of doing things;
I'm weary of doing things;
weary of words
I want to be one with
I want to be one with
 the blossoms
and birds.
and birds.
 Edgar A. Guest
In my garden, after a rainfall, 
you can faintly, yes, hear the
breaking of new blooms.
                                                                     breaking of new blooms.

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