When my soul reaches the top of these pines,
A lofty perch where serenity aligns,
I'll breathe in the whispers of the ancient trees,
And embrace the freedom carried on the breeze.
The pines, guardians of wisdom and grace,
Stand tall, their branches reaching into space,
As I ascend, I'll leave the world behind,
Finding solace in the tranquility I find.
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