Flux
I hear the call of the birds as they pass by
The sound of the leaves as the winds carry them
I see the clear blue mountain as I took a clear sigh
Sky’s never been as clear as the clouds create a momentary zen
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There I feel the August drops of rain
Over the lush verdant meadow, the sunshine’s o’er my head and lifts my pain
The calming grass as I speed past the rushing stream
The smell of the mountain breeze as I gaze to the calming waters of the lake
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Now I hear the melody the cicadas has composed for me
See the small fish swim in the river as I sit peacefully on a tree
Gaze over the quaint flower signalling the rite of spring
Calm as the cool wind dampens my shoulder and sends me to slumber
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Nighttime has arrived and the stars shine for me
Peace, quiet, and stillness suspends the valley in a dance of darkness
Moon glows so faint yet so reassuring
So quiet, yet I hear the symphony of insects as they lie in vastness
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Yet now, all I see and hear is desolation
A quiet, tepid whisper from the air above
Man’s activity is nothing but step away into isolation
A horrific ruin of the calm, bygone past
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I run into the forest looking for a solitude
All my eyes can feast on is this jungle called urban
No more grass lies on the poisoned river
For the nature I deemed to hold is poisoned by man.
