What makes the birds sing?

There! In their song.

What makes trees grow?

There! It is all they know.

What makes a man love?

Making the world put on a show.

Under trees and stars I walk alone,

My midday companion,

the tricky crow.

But when all the air is cleared,

And no man feared,

The truth begins to show.

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