Blue sky. Crimson leaves. Yellow leaves.
Crunchy leaves. Prickly leaves. Giant leaves. Tiny leaves. Beard moss. Carpet
moss. Calm buddies to walk with. Silence. Singing birds. Old trees, Young
trees. Leafy trees. Needly trees. Furry trees. Straight trees. Bendy trees. Trees
that grow out of stumps. Trees with lots of lumpy lumps. Smooth trees. Rough
trees. The yellow Labrador who smiles. The Dad who keeps hugging his teenage
daughter. The lady whose back won't let her stand up straight, but jogs
anyways. The burly, serious looking man whose running companions are three
Chihuahuas in matching pink collars. A laughing chipmunk. The strangers who
smile with their eyes and say hello. A sun bright enough to peek through the
forest canopy. A forest floor covered in soft, green moss. Fresh air. Clean
air. Oxygen-rich air. Endorphins. A cluster of mushrooms growing from a stump. The
strength of a tree. The grounding energy of a tree. A smooth boulder to rest
on. The smell of pine needles. The jolly man who looks like Santa Claus. A fern
forest. Peace.
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