Pure sunlight streams through the cool canopy. Dappled shadows mixed with golden light roam the forest floor. Feel it warm your face and dance upon the inside of your closed eyelids. Its touch is silk and velvet, the soft caress of a lover or a mother to her child.
        The rough bark of tree trunk is reality. Ancient, enduring, faithful. Graceful dark boughs stretch higher than sight like arms opening wide for a gentle embrace. The emerald canopy above rustles in the slight breeze that stirs the air and sunlight. Each exquisite leaf forms part of nature's roof, green and shining and perfect. The smell of wood and fragrant grass overwhelms. A brook babbles softly nearby.
        Birds murmur their love songs somewhere beyond the reach of human eyes. Come, they whisper. Come with us to this place of dreams, this place of forever happiness where sorrows cast themselves aside like heavy burdens long forgotten. The fragrant trees beckon.
        The sunlight streams down, bringing with it love and joy and peace.

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