When peddles fall
They touched the water
The ripples didn't wait they went
The sun rays made reflections on the water
The trees swayed in the breeze
The beauty of nature is a dream
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Beauty Hits Nature
When peddles fall
They touched the water
The ripples didn't wait they went
The sun rays made reflections on the water
The trees swayed in the breeze
The beauty of nature is a dream
