There are no teardrops
There is no pain
Just a sense of serenity
After the morning rain
The birds start their chirping
A soft wind blows
In a small garden
A beautiful flower grows
On this flower you see
Such colors so true
And the still remains
Of the rain and dew
Slowly, each one drops
Sliding down to the ground
Listen closely...you'll hear
Its drip-dropping sound
Peaceful and serene
There is only joy to gain
By watching this flower
After the morning rain
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