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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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The wind whispers through the trees

Of things you’ll never know

The leaves rustle in the breeze

A dance from long ago

 

Flowers reach toward the sun

Basking in its glow

Bees that touch them one by one

Help for them to grow

 

A deer walks through the underbrush

Treading softly but not slow

Bugs scurry about their tasks

Down around your toes

 

But you can stay no longer

Duty calls and you must go

Keep safely the forest’s secrets

To you alone she shows

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