"The Woods"

I see green leaves on trees.
I hear the birds' songs.
I touch the soft grass.
I smell the fresh air.
I taste the cool water we bring.
I see the bugs buzzing around.
I hear the streams flow.
I touch the cool water.

I envision teenybopper beatniks in berets when I read this poem...

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