Walking through a forest, fingers touching trees,
Iwatch them sway as they dance in the breeze,
crisp golden leaves are leaping about me,
a blanket of fall as far asI can see.
I stand very still, and animals start to appear,
They act so normal, though my presence is near.
Beautiful white, theymice start to play,
and dainty black rabbits, theyhop away.
I look up at the sky and the sun starts to beam,
nature is smiling or so it would seem.
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