The jumping fish sends laughter,
Rippling across the quiet blue river.
It breaks against my feet,
and I hear a voice chant.
Let it never end,
the laughter that breaks
from the still, enchanted water.
I sing a song,
whose words form breath
that rustles the leaves,
of a dark green forest.
Sleeping in the morning mist,
and searching,
finds a woman standing,
a tree magically surrounding.
I would stir the leaves,
and warm her cheek,
with my soul that forms wind.
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