The trees stand tall,
their shadows stretching across the earth.
A bird takes flight,
its wings cutting through the still air.
Leaves tremble in the breeze,
whispering secrets to no one.
The earth beneath is soft,
damp with the memory of rain.
Here, time pauses,
each moment held in quiet reverence.
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