squirrel

Nature's breath moving through the trees

Leaves fall to the ground

Lush emerald grass covers the land

An agile squirrel runs around

To and fro he darts

Running up and down ancient brown trees

With such grace and speed

His tail fur moves with the breeze

This is freedom, innocent freedom

The joy he must feel playing

Such a lovely day in the park

What a wonderful setting

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