Walking by the cold breeze,
Feeling each touch which freeze.
Seems like chaos aren't chattering,
But their talks aren't fostering.
A quiet walk with mother nature,
Helps my body and soul to nurture.
Always can find something in these woods,
Hearing to trees and stone for untold words.
The Dew drops on leaves Beam,
For the sight, it flickers and gleam.
Looking at the sky magic hits and relive,
Only Nature makes me feel alive.
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