Look at the mountains
Rugged yet beautiful
The blueness of the sky
Making the sun shiny and brighter
A cool breeze sweeping the land
Bringing new hope for trees in the woods
A sweet scent from the flowers
The beauty of the jungle
Trees casting their shadows to the east
Mountains stood dark and rugged
The jungle is becoming alive
As the sun dip its tail into the horizon
Birds going back to their nests
Nocturnal's ruling the world
That's the way it is
Nature controlling itself
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Feel the power of being in the woods, one with nature, yet nature is in control. Love it.