Through the trees that stood tall,
The damp soil filling your lungs,
The light drizzle showering upon you,
Beams of orange blushed crimson caressing your soul,
The muffled crisp of leaves,
Chirping little birds,
I feel you !
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Forest
Through the trees that stood tall,
The damp soil filling your lungs,
The light drizzle showering upon you,
Beams of orange blushed crimson caressing your soul,
The muffled crisp of leaves,
Chirping little birds,
I feel you !