Deep on the woods, a dream now breathes,
Where time stands still and memory weaves,
In every breeze, our story flows,
In every heart, the child still grows..
When monsoon breathes life into the land, the forest sings louder. Waterfalls tumble from the cliffs, rivers swell with laughter, and every path becomes a poem written in mist.
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