The Brook

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29/06/2018

A cool, fresh breeze flew across the beautiful morning sky, the sun hidden between puffs of white clouds. Rays of light seeped through the narrow windows provided by the clouds. The little stream was peaceful, the water cascading calmly, dampening every rock in its path. The still, gray rocks lay still, in the backdrop of azure blue. Lush green grass and plants stemmed from the ground up, filling the air with the scent of petrichor. Branches and leaves overhung as a wooden bridge stretched from one side to the river to the other. Ground and sky met each other offering magnanimous greetings, in metaphor bringing balance to the world.

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