The wispy Wind whistles through the willow's watered wood.
The green grass shines as the gilded river glides glittering by.
Birds, with their bills and beaks, belt beautiful songs borne of hope.
Children chatter carelessly, chasing cackles through the wood,
While their parents prepare picnics of pastries and plums.
Spring has returned to the supple, Silver wood,
And All is Well.
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