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(The wild bird is my brother, ,
2 (He sits in yonder tree,)
And all day long a merry song,
He sweetly sings to me.
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The wild flowers are my sister,
5 (They dwell in lane and lea,
With faces fair, and sweet and rare,
They nod and smile at me.
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The green earth is my mother,
Gently she beckons me,
Till on her breast I sink to rest,
And slumber peacefully.
-Charlotte Drcutt Cole
write the summary these poem​

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