In the forest deep and green
The trees rustle and sway in the breeze
The birds sing a melody serene
And the leaves whisper secrets to the trees
The river rushes and flows
Its crystal clear waters never still
As it meanders through the meadows
And dances down the hills
The mountains rise up high
Their peaks touched by the clouds
The air is crisp and pure as the sky
And the scenery is truly profound
The flowers bloom in the fields
Their colors bright and bold
Their fragrance a treasure revealed
To all who venture in the fold
Nature is a symphony divine
A masterpiece painted by the divine
In every creature, in every sign
Its beauty and wonder will forever shine.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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