Under the moon
the pear tree stands,
soft leaves reflect a bright glow.
Under the stars
the garlic sprouts,
to be strong she needs time to grow.
Under the clouds
the owl sings her song
echoing from her home tree.
Under the night sky
we all grow together,
the garlic, the pear tree, the owl and me.
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