Wind rustled the leafy branches of the trees violently
Overgrown tangled bushes hide the unknown
Over the trees the sun burns down, bringing warmth to the woods
Dead flies hang limply from water encrusted spider webs
Lovely melodies are sang from the treetops, sweet as sugar
Above the trees, birds spiral in the everlasting blue
New flowers blossom, spreading their amazing scent to the woodland
Dew dripps off the shiny leaves, in little sparkling pearls of water
Shimmering puddles, laced with rainbow oil.

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