the sound of the trees' leaves rustling
this pleasant sight I do share
the mountains surrounding me
the soft grass finds my fingertips
forever safe I will be
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I love how you wrote "the soft grass finds my fingertips" instead of my fingertips find the soft grass. I love your word choice, it gets the point across without a ton of words.👍
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