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A soft breeze rolled by like light a wave crashing against the shore as the crickets sang their lively songs. The ambered colored leaves rustled against eachother making a gentle sound.
You laid spread about the cool, green grass as these melodies started to play. With the sun set, it made it more spectacular. Oh how you wondered how the amazing sounds and beauties of nature came to be so perfect. Even the sound of a few birds made this experience seem wild.
You closed your green eyes slowly enjoying the sounds of nature and allowed the gentle breezes of the wind to let your long, silky, black hair brush against your face.
Nothing could ever take this experience away from you nor the world. It seemed that this feeling of relaxation and peace was all you think about for days on end.
Then one day when you came back to that place you were just starting to call a haven to you. You found that its trees were cut down to their trunks, the grass turned to a dead brown, and the musical voices of the bugs and animals gone. The only thing you could do was gasp at this horrible sight. A lumber company had came and cut down all these wonders.
The next thing you knew you were on your knees with tears in your eyes.
After about 20 you came back hopeing that the trees, the grass, and the creatures of the woods returned. You were astionshed by the fact that someone replanted the trees, planted new grass, and some of the animals and bugs returned. You then saw a sign that an enivormental organization came and did all these things. Tears once again flowed from your eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness. But tears of joy.