Running through the lush
green grass that stretches
on for acres.
Feeling the crunch of the rocks
beneath
my worn out
mud stained sneakers.
Chasing man's best friend
over puddles, up hills
passing through the peaceful beauty of the world.
Over the bridge, past the spring,
through the mountains
listening to the birds sing
with the wind gently kissing
my rosy red cheeks.
Absorbing the fresh kind
smell of the pind
trees.
Listening to the iPod
called nature.
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