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Green Haven

The winding image and voice of childhood
Never leave us through the lushness of woods
We play the past amid the forest jade
As winds strum the bamboos which serenade

In the gentle hush of leaves, hope reborn
Calls in verdant lace of spring, never worn
Sweet mem'ries chant with breeze the branches know-
Of mango groves, the sunlight ribbons show

Venerable Narra, its placid stare
Despite the strife of times, a shade of care
Green glistening dance of leaves, never heard
Its ears sublime to notes of peace that fled
And each popping burst of twig we step on
Waving leaf rushing for each rustling morn.

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