Into the Woods

 Into the Woods















A stroll through the misty woods,

In the early hours of the morning,

When the first rays of sunshine

Have just touched the earth,

And the birds sing softly

To wake up their young ones;

The cool drops of dew

On the grass beneath,

The gentle breeze,

And the rustling leaves,

Fill me with a tranquil spirit,

Preparing me for a new day. 


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