Through the basement window

I was watching the tree leaves waving in the wind.
I was watching the tree leaves waving in the wind.

 

With each gust of wind they were tossed about, each one looking so happy to be in existence.
With each gust of wind they were tossed about, each one looking so happy to be in existence.
It would not do to have a glass between us,
It would not do to have a glass between us,
so I climbed the stairs out of the home and into the world of the wind and trees.
so I climbed the stairs out of the home and into the world of the wind and trees.

 

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