Wind blown whispers echo across fields of grass
Where birds sing and nothing breaks the spell
To stand alone and listen to those echoes
Reminds us that all is well
Standing barefoot as those grasses brush the feet
Creating something nothing else can match
Smelling the air, tasting raindrops oh so sweet
A day out with nature really is a catch
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