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Nature Walk


Dead tree branches snap beneath our feet
As we tread upon the red dirt path
A light chilly breeze
Blows away the fallen leaves
We're surrounded by evergreens
As birds fly free
New buds grow on trees
The sounds of flowing water
down a rocky creek
As we trek upon the red dirt path
To take in this beautiful view

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