The bitter wind dances like careless fairies
Whipping through the crippled weeds
A gurgling creek flows past, clear as crystal
The trees wave hello, bowing to their master
Left behind feathers run from me
And the waterfall tumbles over stone
The sun beams through white cotton candy
A beatle is as still and careful as a hunting cat
It waits for me to pass
Look up to the graceful sky
Breathe in the woody air
Feel the soothing tickle of the grass
I am at peace in nature
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