The Quiet Glade
In the quiet glade, she finds her peace,
Beneath the willows' gentle sway and song.
A place where all her sorrows find release,
And whispers of the breeze to her belong.
The sunlight filters through the leafy dome,
Creating patterns soft upon the ground.
In nature's arms, she feels a sense of home,
Where every sigh of wind is sweetly found.
Here thoughts can dance like petals on the air,
Each moment wrapped in whispers, calm and clear.
With every breath, her worries seem to wear,
As nature's symphony sings in her ear.
In this still haven, time itself stands still,
The quiet glade fulfills her heart's true will.
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