I dance atop the the tallest trees,
Brushing against the branches and leaves.
I make them all twist and twirl around,
Together we compose an a cappella song.
Hear me buzz like a swarm of bees
Or like water falling from slopes-steep,
Hear me rustle as I slither through the leafy floor
or when with the branches above, I chatter some more.
Hear me whoosh past the mountain-sides,
And watch that bone-chilling mist, that with me rise,
And prepare yourself for an eerie adventurous ride,
As the mist shrouds and enwraps the blue skies.
Hearing my beautiful orchestra play,
Meloncholy from your heart, will be driven away.
Here on my mountain, come and dance with my flow,
I am the puppet master, come and see my show.
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