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As the wind blows, it speaks of freedom and peace.

My heart soars through the skies like an eagle on

its destination.

The blades of grass glide like an ocean as I run through them on my way to the huge oak tree.

It sits on a rolling hill, shading many memories of a mysterious past.

I sit down, leaning against its trunk, breathing in the moist smell of the bark and watching the butterflies flutter among themselves in the field below me, billowing above the weeds with so many beautiful colors.

Ones on which I could never imagine.

I wonder how long it has been since my last visit to

this exquisite place.

I remember the deer that once played and mingled in the purple and white clovers that graced the smooth pastures.

I waited for a while, waiting for the sun to set upon the awakening of the stars.

I stand as the moon embraces my face in its magnificent glow. As I walk home, I realize I may never see this sight

before my eyes again.

Such elegance and serenity.

I take in every drop of rain and every solitary sound.

What awaits my world afterwards?

I hope and wish, above all else, that this will be my

resting place.

My eternal heaven.