they used to sway
the trees, they swayed to the beat of your footsteps as you sang
the sun smiled at you, parting clouds to get a better look
birds whistled, swooping along as your hair bobbed to your beat
the wind used to whisper lightly in tune with you
the orchard is still
clouds have won the skies
the birds have forgotten their song
all is calm and lifeless
without the song of you
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