Crabs dropping into the water in fright,

Crickets making music out of sight,

Gravel crunching beneath my feet,

Oh what meloncholy, the chirp and tweet,

Thunder rumbling not far away,

Oozing with inspiration, looking out at the bay,

Ensconced gators giving you the qualm,

Even a scurrying squirrel increases the alarm,

Hiding and seeking in the clouds and trees,

The raging sun melts in the damp breeze,

Pins and flowers alternate their kiss,

Every droplet, a gratifying heavenly bliss,

This oasis hidden deep in the wet woods,

A retreat to the souls buried behind dark hoods!!!

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