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The wind whispers secrets through the leaves, A symphony of rustling, nature weaves. Sunlight paints the sky in hues of gold, A story untold, yet to unfold.

The world holds breath, in quietude, A moment of peace, understood. Then, a bird takes flight, with soaring grace, Leaving behind, a memory's trace.