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The tree roots tell stories,
The air is full of life,
The river ripples calmly,
The trees sway silently as if they can talk,
SKAWK, goes the incomparable bird,
Whoosh goes the wind pressing against my face gently,
This is my home.
The leaves picking up pace, flowing through the air,
The soil beneath my feet tickles as I walk,
This is my Home.