An observation I made while walking along the banks of a local lake.
Placid undulation, cast across turquoise fresh tarn,
Greens dancing with green, upon a reflective motion,
Maturing lumber, pitches in rhythmical accord,
While feral game feathers ripple and flutter.
Whisper of foliage, obscured by mother’s breath,
Fluidic echo, submerging quaint resonance of shale,
Dulcet mantra of frequenting fowl, coalesce to all,
Nature’s voices merge and become as one.
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