A Cacophony of Real

Listen quiet stillness,

Rustle breeze, swift leaves breathe

Glance forest remarkable

Wild abandon layer

Mystery is ours in observation.

 

Found bird in single chirp,

Paced response to their world,

We stand in borrowed shadow,

Soft wood construction permanent,

Adjust to our invasive species please.

 

Sunlight magic lights the forest,

Creates arrays of singular beauty

Then sweeps again the region

Our eyes focus upon, looking further,

Wanting to see the world watching us.

 

I suppose I stayed still three hours

Waiting for the forest burst in flowers.

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