September 20, 2024
As I traversed through the woods, I could hear the leaves rustling, morphing the suns' rays on the ground. Sticks could be heard cracking in the distance, a tell-tale sign of wildlife nearby. Woodpeckers going about their daily job, slowly drilling holes into the bark of the tree.
A bird flew past my face, startling me out of my serenity.
"Tweet Tweet!!"
The robin chirped at me excitedly, possibly sharing one of its many adventures.
"You've seen the flowers bloom, haven't you?" I curiously asked the bird.
The bird chirped, as if confirming my question. I smiled at the bird, and continued on my hike. It followed, hopping along from branch to branch.
The arm breeze tousled its feathers as it came by, causing the bird to huddle closer to the base of the tree. Soon it flew away, done telling its tales of traveling. I continued to the top of the mountain, hoping to see what the robin had.
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Tiny Traveler
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