The leaves rustle
The water murmurs
Blades of grass swaying
Gently in the wind
Dogs chase
Birds swoop
Crickets sing
Frogs croak
Feet ache
Beads of sweat on brow
The sun's rays
Beating against golden skin
Cool afternoon air
Against abused flesh
Pebbles defenseless
Against the soles
Path was steep
Sight grew dim
A slip
Into an everlasting slumber
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