Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
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