Walk thru the woods.
As I stroll through the forest,
I sit on a stump for awhile
and gaze up through the forest canopy of leaves.
I watch a butterfly flit by,
golden in the dappled sunlight
and I wonder
will this peaceful
yet effervescent
beauty
last forever?
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