The great outdoors
Is the place for me
So peaceful and serene
There are so many things to see
The hundred-year-old trees
Their leaves rustling
In the wind so carefree
The calm lake
Glittering in the sun
Is a silk blanket over the rough ground
Birds flying over mountaintops
As they migrate home
At the end of winter
And beginning of spring
Sing songs repetedly
Smelling the fresh air
Feeling the cool breeze
Is like an escape from everything
No troubles, no stress, it's just
So peaceful and serene
The great outdoors
Is the place for me
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