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The waves wildly rolls

And the bull within is annoyed

Searching for a peace within

The bull decides to follow the flow


A light breeze blows

The field of grass is sounding ruffled

Lifting his eyes, the bull looks around

Landing his sight on something pure.


A fawn tentatively walks on the field

Curious and willing to befriend the bull

Slowly they both emerge and unite

Building a bridge to share the field