The second of a new series in a true representation of my new style.
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Butterflies, crickets jumping through tall grass. Red and black lady bugs and spiderwebs with dew drops in the morning. The song of the robin at dawn and the call of the nightengale at dusk. The blades of wheat dancing in the fields. A cool breeze. Swinging from the branch of a ancient oak tree; fallen leaves of red and gold and orange. Puffs of dust and drops of rain, the creak of an old forest and the rustle of high grass. The quite murmur of water running over smooth stones, the roar of a waterfall. An owl’s hoot, a wolf’s howl. The magic of the autumn wind, the hot days and cool nights. The sight of freshly fallen snow. The complexity of a snowflake. Frost on the grass. An unopened bloom on a wild flower; the perfection of a rose.
Something Worth Fighting For.
This is a list of things that I wrote down one day that I feel are actually worth fighting to preserve.