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  • How I love this place

    Wind rustles the branches, a breeze in my face.
    Smooth bark to hold on to, how I love this place.

    Sunlight streams down, no rush in its pace.
    The birds are all whistling, how I love this place.

    The silky green leaves, adorned with sharp lace,
    Glisten with dew drops, how I love this place.

    Away from the world, it’s magic I face.
    Up here on this tree limb, how I love this place.

    Understanding the world, is my luminous chase.
    The undoable done, how I love this place.



  • #2
    I love the vocabulary you used

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    • #3
      Thank you so much!

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