Nature

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With the wind in my hair,
As it caresses me gently,
I gaze in amazement,
And grovel in nature's beauty,
I'm washed over with calmness,
At the sound of leaves rustling,
My eyes seems to droop,
Due to the birds melody,
It is in nature I find my peace,
Acting like a hidden gateway,
To man's tranquility.

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