Grace Among the Trees - LR9A2692

In the heart of the woodland’s embrace,

Where ancient trees stand tall,

A gray squirrel scurries with gentle grace,

Answering nature's call.

 

With fur as soft as silver mist,

It moves with practiced ease,

Through sunlit rays and shadows kissed,

Among the whispering trees.

 

Its tail, a plume of feathery gray,

Flicks with every leap,

As it dances through the branches,

In a silence the forest keeps.

 

With eyes that sparkle, quick and bright,

It surveys its leafy domain,

Collecting treasures, day and night,

Before the autumn rain.

 

A creature small, yet full of might,

With courage in its stride,

The gray squirrel thrives in nature’s light,

In the forest, wild and wide.

 

So let us marvel, as we see,

This acrobat of the wood,

For in its grace, so wild and free,

The gray squirrel lives as it should.

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