Simple joy of childhood!
Life is magic and full of color. Lots of things to see, hear, touch, feel and smell.
Ah! Nightingales are singing. Magpies call.
The crisp morning breeze is blowing. Falling golden brown oak leaves gently drift by.
Beautiful leaves carpet on dew moist soil. Tiny red flowers dance.
What joy! A purple balloon up an oak tree on a bright autumn morning!

Time stands still. No rush.

Credits: Voice by Sarah Chu

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