The Whispering Winds Over the Gentle Hills

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In the hush of dawn, where silence reigns,
The morning light softly paints the skies,
Golden hues dance on the gentle plains,
As nature’s beauty opens our eyes.

The rustle of leaves in the whispering breeze,
A symphony played by the ancient trees,
Rivers sing softly, flowing with ease,
In this serene world, a heart finds peace.

Mountains stand tall, watching over the land,
Wrapped in mist, majestic and grand,
The sun dips low, where horizons expand,
Crafting a canvas by nature’s own hand.

Stars emerge as twilight descends,
Guiding the night with shimmering light,
In the embrace of nature, the soul transcends,
Finding solace in the quiet of night.

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