There was a glass reflection

of sky and overhanging branches

as we passaged down river,

slipping through calm water;

an excursion through nature’s lyrics.

Each wide corner revealed another

portrait in perfect color;

small gatherings of birds swept

silently above.

There was a balance.  A quiet

tempest of greatness.  An

undercurrent of power not seen.

A language of deep motion with

ancient voices.

The potential unlimited.


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