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T H E F O R E S T ’ S T A L E
In the heart of dawn, when the sun’s about to rise,
The artist within the sun awakens, painting the skies.
As the sun begins to glow,
The river gently sparkles and starts to flow.
The bird has built on the mighty tree, a nest,
A comfortable place where it has just finished its rest.
The wind blows with a cool, gentle breeze,
Along which the trees sway with ease.
The birds cheerfully sing a song,
While the forest dances along.
How beautiful the forest is, with trees so green,
Such beauty in the forest—it’s a captivating scene.
As dusk arrives, followed by the night,
The bright sky twinkles with the stars’ light.
In the middle of the night, the whole forest sleeps—but the leaves,
Which happily sway in the cold, gentle breeze.
And the Northern Star brightly sparkles afar,
Guiding me to the mighty tree in the heart of the forest, so far.
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