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The Playful Canopy

Above me are unending waves

Waiting to crash with force

Wild ones on which you ride

To get back to the shore

Imagination is fueled by you

I see wild shapes near and far

There's a bunny on the trees

Magic with an impossible bar

Grey and yellow hues abound

Fill pixels in my views

A gorgeous play of colors

To wash away the blues

You make nature frisky

A red roof is more vibrant now

Your canopy brightens the greens

Your symphony deserves a bow

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