As I walk in the valley,

The mountain casts shadows upon me.

The wind brushes the grass ever so gently to the south.

I follow the wind current as it leads me to a meadow.

The meadow is filled with flowers of all kinds,

From daisies to lupines.

I run with the butterflies as they take me to a river bay,

A haven for all creatures.

The river has all kinds of animals,

From moose to bear.

I follow the river current as it takes me to a bridge.

The brick structure stands strong.

Many weeds form a path along the rocky terrain.

I follow the pathway as it takes me to a tree.

Not just any tree, but an ancient redwood tree.

The tree holds many memories,

From birth to death, it has seen it all.

I take a seat on a nearby stump and admire the tree.

It stands strong, stronger than the bridge.

It is a safe haven for many lives, safer than the river.

But most importantly, it holds beauty.

More beauty than the meadow.

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