Woodlands

White mist upon the valley
As the sun rises slowly in the west
The gentle kiss of the summer rains
Caress the grasslands as they sway gently
In the morning breeze

A collage of colour fills the valley
As the wild flowers meet the morning sun
The beauty of this wonder
Sways gently in the breeze
It is a vision of nature's beauty
As the wild birds soar high above in the tree tops
The gift of mother natures love is there for us to see

The sound of distant water
As the water travels along the rocky stream
To the open ocean in the distance
Where the salmon await patiently
To make their journey up the stream
To the nesting grounds of the woodlands
Where we can see the beauty of the valley and the stream

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