I yell at the wind for trying to push me over.
I kick at the trees and bushes for their settle attacks.
I glare at the sky for the clouds laugh at me with their subtle smiles.
But I end up laughing with them because nature teases me.
The wind tries to push me only to guide me.
And the trees just have too much personality.
And the bushes just want to tickle me.
And the clouds they're just happy that I can see.
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