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Tapping to the rhythm of pop,
squinting against the glaring sun.
Vast greens line the left,
tall greens cover the right.

Swaying gently in the wind,
rice plants hold a similar rapport,
waving goodbye to the sun,
holding onto the unspoken agreement.,
tomorrow at the same time.

Together again,
a team they stand united,
they will once again brave a brand new day.

Submitting this piece for Thursday Poets Rally Week 51