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 The breezes danced jubilantly

with the limbs and branches of the thick forest.

Whispering wisdom through Autumn leaves...

it leaves me blushing,

blood is rushing to my mountain peaks...

The breezes called to me,

caressing & massaging my strong historical roots

with it's invigorating wind.

The warm sun kissed branch tips and stimulated my mind.

I smiled wide. I thought deep thoughts...

my imagination was unreigned...

I reign as queen of the rich forest...

I reign because my father is King...

I wear my crown boldly because I am His.

I am His daughter.