The woods, feel like home. Full of life, enigma and wilderness. The air so fresh that it lights up our raw selves.
Exquisite, little creature,
fluttering its wings.
Swirls around the green bush
darting its way through infinite,
gazing with awe.
The buzzing sound,
calling its name.
Whirling in the air,
scents of fresh grass and woody vines.
Misty path,
sombre and vast.
The clouds,
thick black and grey;
so beautiful and majestic.
The woods enveloped,
with peace and serenity.
Twigs, hanging low from the branches;
birds cooing from above.
Soft-thudding paws by the lake,
the water gliding, eternally graceful.
My soul, tainted with delight;
eyes eliciting cheers.
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