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The Memory Of Nature

 

When I was a young boy I enjoyed going into the wild.

Some of the most beautiful sounds I heard in my life and some of the best memories of when I was just a child. 

I still remember every little detail like I witnessed the beauty yesterday.

The birds and the wind rushing against the trees.

Exploring with my family and feeling the cool breeze.

The trails often go by lakes or a river.

That doesn’t mean that the nature never differs.

The clouds were cleared out of the sky every time.

In the Sunshine State, you can always expect tons of sunshine.

I always got inspired when I looked up to enjoy the big blue sky.

I told myself I’m going to do big things and then I asked why.

And I remembered that because the memory of the nature I’ve seen as a child will never die.

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