A walk in the woods

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A journey in nature, we travel through trees,
Down a clear path, we tread with ease.
The leaves are turning, falling to the ground,
No one else here, just nature's own sound.

A journey so timeless, land that's so old,
Nature's shelter you find, from wind so cold.
The colours of autumn, can see every where,
No one else here, just nature's own fare.

A journey so peaceful, no troubles to find,
Down a clear path, that is well signed.
The tracks well worn, round the final bend,
No one else here, where track does end.

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