gentle winds flow
past the grasslands
tire ruts make their
way through
leaving two tracks
everywhere they go
I follow them,
wandering, whispering
a sweet thought
passing in my mind
I go into the
woodlands then
and see the burrows
of woodchucks
the nests of birds
will hold their eggs soon enough
a raccoon crosses
the path before me
and whitetails
whistle and jump away as I pass by
so delightful to
find my way
as I amble through
the natural places
and find myself as I
sit on a tree stump
breathing in the
scent of fresh air
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