[Untitled] The trees play in the wind like children at a playground . The wind carries the leaves like a mother holds her child. The wind softly slows as the sunlight peaks through the trees. Little droplets of water are still on the leaves like little teardrops. The smell of pine sails through the air like a kite on a windy day, When the wind stops everything goes silent. All you can hear is the forest breathing peacefully. As the sun goes down so does the temperature. When it gets darker the forest comes alive. New creatures are now awake as they roam the forest floor but even now, the forest watches over and protects her home.
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