trees
Gazing upon a misty blude ridge
A lone tree swaying, leaning, just dancing in the wind.
As the wind whistles all around, I hear the most enchanting sound.
It's the sound of myself laughing in a way I've not heard.
I am one with the trees, mother nature, and Earth.
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