The Whisper of Leaves
In the rustling breath of autumn breeze,
Golden leaves dance atop the trees.
Whispers of nature, a gentle muse,
In tranquil moments, my thoughts confuse.
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Frogs in the Mist
Misty mornings, the frogs do sing,
A chorus of hope for the coming spring.
Emerald waters and skies of blue,
Frog and nature, a harmonious view.
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