Or how they came to be.
They only knew the shadow's cool
Beneath the cherry tree.
Like broken glass the meadow's grass
Shone bright beneath the sun.
Yet cricket songs among the throngs
Of trees said day was done.
To venture out, to venture in,
They were not keen to go.
But then a girl began to twirl,
First quick and then quite slow.
Then off she ran across the land
Into the wild beyond.
And found that day a place to play
Around a lily pond.
Then one, then two, without a shoe,
The rest began the race.
To find just who, like me and you,
They were in this great place.
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