In the depths of the forest's green,
A sanctuary, serene and unseen.
Moss-covered trails, a whispered hush,
Nature's cathedral, where spirits rush.
Rivers cascade with playful grace,
Carving paths through Earth's embrace.
Deer tiptoe with quiet grace,
Nature's gentle presence, a hidden trace.
The symphony of birdsong fills the air,
Harmonizing with nature's care.
Sunbeams filter through the canopy,
Illuminating life's vibrant tapestry.
Let us listen, let us abide,
In nature's embrace, we find our guide.
For in her whispers, we learn to be,
Connected, alive, and forever free.
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The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles4 days ago in Fiction
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