Blooming flowers, budding trees,
Pinecone scents carried in the wafting breeze.
A majestic moon, a glistening sun,
Endless cycles on the run.
Dancing shadows, a gliding star,
A lone wolfs howl carried afar.
Fallen leaves, the dewy grass,
Crystallized reflections in the waters mock glass.
The silenced footsteps in the air,
The sun rise glinting oh so fair.
Untainted perfection, a lovely scene.
So why obliterate Her Majesty green?














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