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the cool breeze 

whispers over my skin

rustles the leaves above

a songbird's call trills 

above the chatter of a squirrel

playing in its drey.

I lay on a fallen tree

once a mighty giant

now covered in moss

giving back what it took.

the hum of insects

lulls me to sleep

while falling leaves settle in my hair

in the peaceful, quiet, simple forest

where I am home.

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