Nature

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The bright sun, blinding me with its brilliance

The scent of fresh grass in the air

The sounds of gravel crunching under my feet

Walking on the damp and muddy ground, reminds me of the sounds of squish squashing like walking on the guts of pumpkins

The trees are sprouting leaves and life's fruits once again

Cold, skin chilling wind howling past

As if nature's voices calling out to me

As if the natures plants and animals are in a harmonious orchestra


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