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The Nature’s Call

By Prisha Sethi


As the morning came along,

The butterflies started singing a song.

Tinkling bells were heard for a long

.

Nature was planting a seed of love,

Which grew into a plant in its glove.


A band of ants was heard

From deep down in the sand.


Saplings were showing glee,

Saying that they were free!


As the night came along,

The song of nature was heard for a long


By Prisha Sethi


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