Fierce fire roaring through the trees

Ground shaking, the hills

High storm breaking on the seas

Blizzard coming, the chills

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Birdsong, high up in the leaves

Wolves are saying:

Swallows, nesting in the eves

Foxes playing

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Torrent of rain coming down

Washing away the riverbed

Thunder striking through downtown

This is what they've come to dread

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Sunlight on the little stream

Moonlight shining on the lake

Nothing is as it seams

Resting on a rock, a snake

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Both and either, one to one

Twin of, good and bad