Rye bends benieth the strength of the warm blowing winds, as shadows cast off a resting oak.
Bumblebees yeild to the power of the fresh daisies and a sweet scent of innocence fills the air.
Clouds of billowy white drift aimlessly across a reflective blue sky.
Harmonious sounds of life filter through the lush wood accompanied by the rustle of grey squirrels and the distant cry of the soaring hawk.
A ruby red sun hangs lazy on the tips of mountain tops while maple seeds flutter to mother earth.
Yearlings graze thoughtlessly on a summers harvest as dragonflies bustle by and by.
Hares nestle in a fell ash while hedgerows of birch white encapsulate a setting of heaven, in a meadow that time forgot...
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