Walking barefoot on dew-drenched grass;
inhaling the fragrance of the freshly cut grass
wafting gently across the park,
I begin to ponder
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a real beauty spot in our poems Bees and colorful butterflies flitting across randomly throughout the park make me reflect on the fast-paced lives of man today.
Squirrels and chameleons; grasshoppers and frogs; earthworms and centipedes - all live in such perfect harmony Why can’t we as humans live in harmony, too? Loved this part