A poem about the woods.
Branches and leaves crackle and shatter underfoot
Birds chirp merrily in the canopy
Peace and harmony sounds throughout the forest
Nothing moves except me
I only see green and brown from tree and bark
Touched with patches of blue from the sky so pure
Then lined with gold from the sunlight rays
This is where nothing can harm me
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