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by Mary Sexton

A walk in a field of daisies,
Calm, relaxing, and lazy;

A stroll by the side of a lake,
Where all nature seems so awake;

To wander through glades in a forest,
Where wind whispers, content to ignore us;

To meander through beautiful places,
Where nature thrives, and erases
All those lurking shadows of doubt
And worry that hover about
Our heads, every night and each day;
Yes, nature will wash these away.