Poem -
Forest Frolic
The sun shines and beams down through the trees,
Walking down the path feeling nothing but a breeze,
The dirt crunching beneath my feet,
The leaves sway to a rhythmic beat,
The chirp of the birds, singing a song,
The same song they've sung all day long.
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