As I walk I feel the wind blowing.
As I walk I see the grass rolling.
As I walk I watch the trees,
Gently swinging in the slow breeze.
As I walk the grass feels soft,
Like the clouds floating aloft.
As I walk I smell the flowers,
Standing tall like soft towers.
As I walk my thoughts are flowing,
And branching like small vines growing.
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Author:
Qryton (
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