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Natureismologistictry

October 7, 2013
By Anonymous

As I stroll through the forest
The crisp autumn air
Greets my nose
Like a familiar friend

The trees hush
With the forbidden whispers of the wind

The Earth's lush green hair
Sticking out at unruly angles
The leaves in the trees
Flutter like the wings
Of a thousand butterfly chips

As I graze the bark
Of a towering oak
It reminds me of
The rough palms
Of my grandfather
When I was young

Nature kind of sucks



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