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After the rain

washed away all the pain,

the grass turned green

and the flower petals gleamed.

 

The crickets chirpped

while the frogs burped

as the only butterfly

let its wings dry.

 

When it flew

its beauty reflected in the dew

making everyone stop and stare

even the young hare.

 

Bats darted

when the clouds parted

letting sunshine through

as the butterfly flew.

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