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The wind it blows the through trees and leaves
The sun it beams , it beams on me
The morning dew it rolls down the blades of grass
The mist it lingers , clinging on to the past
The birds they sing soft songs for the night is done
Nature wakes up now spring has sprung
The spider clambers over dirt and leaves
Nature is majestic and it barbaric it can be
For winter can be harsh and the summer hot
Nature is the way that the world has forgot
It shapes the land as river run
It creates land for where there is none
I take a look out the window I see
A friendly spider looking back at me
The mini beast are waking there jobs are not done
They need to keep balance to the things we have done



im just starting on my writing journey still finding my ground hoping to get noticed in the writing world

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