A whisper wind through ancient trees,
A gentle rustle, soft and sweet.
Fufufafa, a rhythmic breeze,
A soothing balm for weary feet.
Beneath the canopy, a tranquil scene,
Where shadows dance and sunlight gleams.
A verdant carpet, lush and green,
A haven for a dreamer's dreams.
Fufufafa, a lullaby of nature's grace,
A melody that fills the air.
A peaceful place, a sacred space,
Where worries fade and cares disappear.
A winding path, inviting and unknown,
Leads to a hidden, secret spot.
A crystal stream, a mossy stone,
A sanctuary, untouched and hot.
Fufufafa, a gentle sigh,
A whispered secret, soft and low.
A moment's peace, a reason why
We yearn for nature's tranquil glow.
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Moharif Yulianto
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