The flower petals drifted back and forth on the soft spring breeze.
Spiraling around the green, gently-lit trees.
The pale blue sky tinged with pink in the rising sun.
The creek tumbling and spilling crystal clear waters down the mountain.
Her eyes holding the stars which had still barely been visible but a few moments ago.
Her hair falling gently, around her curving face, bent low.
She sat on the mossy rocks, peacefully still.
Gazing out upon the bright and grassy hill.
She swayed with the flowers, danced with the leaves, sang with the birds in their nests.
She was one with the forest.
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
