the colour of moss.

Have you ever sat quietly on soft moss in the warm dappled sunlight?

Deep within a quiet forest of maples and fir?

It's as if mother nature pulled back the covers and invited you into the comfiest of nature's beds.

A place to meditate in the warm glow of the sun and spongy cushion of the moss, 

Wrapping  you in a calm blanket as the birds sing songs of peace.

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