The green jungle whispers delighted my ears
I could remember the sensation of being surrounded by creatures
The aroma of the pink poppies encouraged my nose to inhale it more
The sprint of the cyan matt swerved under me
My paddling calmed so as my mind to focus on it
The bright tree shined through the fog and met my eyes who were enchanted
Pink poppies bloomed as if there were going to explode with joy
The tree stared at me with focus eyez 👁👄👁
I love how you described everything in your poem😊
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