A Poem.
A dew drops into a pool that litters a forest floor.
A ray of sunshine glitters in the waters.
The leaves shiver before it shakes away the cold.
A flower blooms, ants mind their business
and a bee passes by, then came a butterfly.
A little girl comes with a basket to fill with berries
but she lies down on the moss-covered ground
to dream of fairies.
Her mother calls from the edge of the woods.
The fairies fled and their songs faded;
The light went dim.
The ants went on their business.
A bee and a butterfly were nearby
but there were no fairies
and the basket is empty of berries.
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