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Yellow grass, dust in the air
Beady black eyes, held in a stare.
Antler's hanging, ears perked up
Almost a scene held on a teacup.

The grass sways, the wind picks up
A bear finally conquers a huge bump,
The trees begin to blossom, flowers falling;
The beautiful scene, hitting you like a mauling.

Geese honk, ducks quack
Nature observing is jut a knack.
Little do people notice the beauty,
Most believe it's a little fruity.

If you notice the surroundings around you,
you realize the beauty is real and true.
Do not wait another day,
You may not have another to stay.





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