Time In Nature
A soft rustle in the trees from the gentle
Winds blowing through.
Flowers produce pollen for the next
Flower on its way.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
Birds chirping in the air happily.
The sound of a couple walking down the street.
The sun slowly rises in the air.
Making the cold turn warm.
Sounds of splashing from the
Neighborhood pool.
The sun slowly sets over the horizon.
Bright pink cheeks from the lack of sunscreen.
The warm air starts to turn cold.
Small bugs light up the ground with a green glow.
Orion is fighting a monster in the stars.
A soft glow from the moon.
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