With konna flowers spread across the green carpet of grass,she walks barefoot towards the konna tree.
Watching the greater coucal hop from one branch to another, where the tree has shed its leaves making way to bunches of yellow flowers hanging like gold droplets from its branches.
She says to the greater coucal,
O Chemboth, bringer of good fortune, tell me what message have the winds carried of my love that my heart bursts to know.
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