I am here in my forest, is not a forest but I call it forest. I walked for like five or seven minutes from my house, and I'm here: in my forest.
I'm still walking on a short road with a lot of "piñitas" the "piñitas" are raining from the sky of tall trees. Here only are pines, to many pines, I can't count them. I can't see spiders, lizards or the other animals that are allways around the nature. The smell is like christmast it gaves me joy.
The sunset looks beutiful from here.
by: Ilialice Morales
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