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Cool breeze stirs my soul,

As trees creak and complain,

Little ones scurry upon leaves,

Eyes close to inhale yellow pine,

Mind releases the tension of day,

Slipping into natures caress,

The sounds of life surround,

In orchestra of green scrub,

So many pass this chance,

To reap natures rewards,

Steeped in the choking reality,

Of progress's fog of lies.