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I watched their movement from my window,

the rustling of the leaves.

They danced and twisted effortlessly,

keeping rhythm with the breeze.



I watched a squirrel scamper up,

precariously on a branch.

He jumped from one to the other,

taking a risky chance.



I watched a bird hover over,

then glide into its nest.

It arranged its wings in the bedding,

and settled in for a rest.



I watched a bee buzz around,

then head into its hive.

This tree that moments before was silent,

had suddenly come alive.



I watched in silent awe,

as all the species continued to roam.

So many creatures inhabited this place,

and considered it their home.