The Forest

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The morning sun reflects upon
the shinig lake.
the rays glistening
upon the stony banks.
And the drops of dew on
the blades of grass
shine like evening stars.
A feild of crystals,
blanketing the ground.
The mountians cloaked in purple,
in their majestic glory.
Untouched by human hand
their peaks reach for the colored sky.
The trees swing in
the silver wind
as their shdows dance upon the ground.
And the lake reflection
is a perfect double
of the forest above.





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