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The Forest
Greenery abounds
Mosses grow on trees
Frogs are croaking, birds are calling
Hear the working bees
The streams are cloaked in Algae
The floor draped in wild flowers
There isn’t a more peaceful place
To while away the hours
I lie down in the tangled grass
And drink up the fresh air
I let the midges bite me
As ants crawl through my hair
And if I were to die now
And sink into the core
I’d love to go that way
AS bluebells rise once more
