The Wind in the Trees make the leaves clap

I’ve apparent the wind in the trees

the leaves applause their hands

yes they applause their hands

rejoicing in the breeze.

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I apprehend the wind in the night

when no eye can see

it’s too aphotic to see

whispering out of sight

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I watch seasons of the year

and it’s affective on

always affective on

it’s your life, authority it dear

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I see the leaves on the ground

time for them has turned

yes the time has turned

they lay they accomplish no sound

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Treasure in the easily of one

with eyes that can see

a child’s eye can see

wonder in what’s been done.

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In the abysmal of the winter

trees are apparent and bare

no leaves, apparent and bare

come spring’s admiring tinter

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So admirable the apartment shade

blackbird finds her home

all birds accomplish their home

such adorableness God has made.