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Glassy waters glisten like silver 
The air is cold and makes me shiver
The bonfire crackle at night sings me to sleep
While my sister and I cuddle in the soft sheets.

First time we’re going out for fun
First time being able to run
In the cold air, free as the wild horses
While the canoes on the lake begin their courses.

The tent shakes and seems like it’s shivering in the rain.
I think of hiking on a trail, a terrain.
It is a little strange to think that other people are at home
While the four of us— around the island we roam.

My jacket wraps around me as I struggle to get to the tent
I think of all the things and places we went.
I feel so lucky, so awed by the view
Of the glassy lake, beckoning us to begin our life anew.
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The Forest

Trees swaying in the meadow, 
Birds flying in the air, 
The mesmerizing sound of the crow 
Come into the forest, it’s beautiful there. 

Tall grass swaying in the breeze, 
Minnows swimming in the pond, 
There’re no areas as wonderful as these, 
For they form with you a strong bond. 

The little critters crawling on the ground, 
The butterflies flying over flowers.
Here what is lost can be found, 
But it will take some hours. 

Come and canoe in the river, 
See the fishes below.
I came here once with my sister, 
And she helped me row. 

There might be fairies here 
If you know where to look. 
Maybe they are far or near, 
Or perhaps near the brook. 

Let’s all walk in the forest, 
And see what we can find.
We can laugh, dance, and jest, 
So come now, let’s leave the city behind!