Jason Wrench

The forest speaks in rustling leaves,
In ancient trees where spirits weave.
Each branch a story, old and true,
A symphony of earthy hues.
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Peaks that kiss the azure skies,
Where eagles soar and freedom lies.
The mountain's call, both bold and grand,
A stoic guard o'er the land.
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Sands that sing with the wind's caress,
A melody of wilderness.
The sun's embrace, the moon's soft glow,
The desert's song, both high and low.
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In the dance of flames that leap,
Where fire breathes and shadows creep.
A warmth that flickers, bright and fierce,
In every spark, the world appears.
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The sky, a canvas wide and clear,
Painted with clouds that drift near.
Each sunrise a promise, sunset a sigh,
The day's masterpiece drawn on high.
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A blanket white, the world anew,
Where snowflakes fall and dreams come true.
The chill of winter's soft caress,
In its silence, there's tenderness.
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Leaves that twirl in vibrant dance,
A final bow, a last glance.
Autumn's farewell, bittersweet,
In every leaf, a tale complete.
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Life reborn from winter's sleep,
In buds that bloom and willows weep.
The earth awakes with joyous sound,
As spring's new life springs all around.
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In moonlight's tender embrace,
whispers of the night unfold.
Stars weave secrets through the lace
, stories ancient, yet untold.
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Crimson leaves dance in the breeze,
painting autumn's vibrant hues.
Maples weep their golden pleas,
as summer bids its fond adieus.
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Waves kiss the shore with gentle lips,
singing lullabies to the sands.
Seagulls join in harmonious trips,
as twilight weaves its silver strands.
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In depths where silent whispers call,
Where currents dance and mermaids fall,
The ocean's heart, so vast, so deep,
Cradles secrets that it keeps.
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Among the stars, a dream takes flight,
Past nebulae that paint the night.
A comet's tail, a meteor's gleam,
The universe weaves its cosmic dream.
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