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Woodland Symphony

Sat on a log

Listening to the quiet

Breeze lifting the leaves into a rustling dance

Sound of a pheasant calling in the distance

Water ripples along, hidden from view

Insects buzz past, on a secret mission

And in the tree above

A blackbird sings in celebration

 

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