Green Sanctuary
Sitting in this sanctuary of green
Untouched by Mans' destruction.
I see the heavenly rays of the sun,
peeking into my beautiful place of solitude
A soft breeze rolls across my skin
and through the trees,
causing drops of the morning dew
to drip off the leaves
and onto the stone i sit upon
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