Stepping on organic sponge
I moved into the wonderland.
A gauntlet of fir and pine
shadowed the flowers and vines.
The quiet was a subdued din,
sort of felt and heard within.
I lifted my spirit to inquire
,"What voices are in this choir?"
A cricket's chirp, a gentle breeze,
a rubbing branch, rustling leaves,
a robin's song, bees in flight,
joyful sounds, wondrous sights!
A special treat upon my senses,
in a meadow without fences,
with pillars offering a fragrant smell.
Guardian sentinels declaring, "All is well!"
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