- Are you here again? - The rustling wind asks, touching my hair fondly.
- Where have you been, for so long? - The stream murmured, gleaming in the setting sun.
- Have you brought gifts? - The birds chirped, circling high in the sky,
I glided like a mirage through the trees to the center of the forest. Where its heart lies. My lips opened, and my voice came out, like a nightingale's trill.
- To this forest I present heavenly silk as a gift, and the singing of stars on a midsummer night.
- We accept the gift, O queen of the night, and from now on we will sing your praises. - The tall grass underfoot whispered.
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