A reflection of light, caught in the trees, carried to them, on the wisp of a breeze, shined in the glow of the morning sun, trees gathered near, to see where it was from. Once, this forest was naked and dark, with nothing to live for, it remained vacant and stark. Until the day, when the rays appeared, and bathed them all, in a light, so clear; and their leaves blossomed, and they let out a sigh, beauty returned, with a rallying cry. After years filled with nothing but bark on the trees, now filled with thousands of emerald leaves, the forest, surrounded by visions of light, was never again, afraid of the night.
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