A symphony of nature's gentle strains.
Where ancient trees whisper tales untold,
And rivers flow, serenely bold.
Majestic peaks kiss the azure sky,
As fleeting clouds drift gently by.
In every shadow, secrets lie,
Beneath the vast and starlit sky.
But now, alas, the wilderness mourns,
As civilization's grasp it scorns.
Concrete jungles replace the trees,
And silence yields to urban pleas.
Yet in our hearts, its memory thrives,
The wilderness, where the spirit thrives.
Though gone, its legacy remains,
In whispered winds and silent plains.
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