A Wild Spring

Some say the wild is the best place to play. Nature being herself, no limit, just her, wild and free. This is the time when bees and butterflies find the sweet pollen they crave. Nothing fancy, nothing constructed by man, just a wild meadow of sweet smells and beautiful color. Have you ever smelt the flowers? Close your eyes and think of that wonderful smell. How does it feel? It feels magical, right? Just remember, that in a fast paced world, there are places where butterflies float and bees buzz, enjoying what little life they have.

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