A chill wind swept through the forest,
Whistling the trees, and rippling
The waters of a small pond.
A small whirl wind lifted
A few dead leaves into a spiralling cone.
They were dry and brittle, and easily
Disintegrated in the strong breeze.
Cottonball clouds drifted across the sky.
Shadows crept slowly through the forest.
Leaves floated down and accumulated.
Underfoot, the matted leaves crunched
And twigs snapped. Birds chirped
Their merry songs. These sounds echoed
Throughout the deep forest.
Light reflected off a swiftly flowing river
And seemed to hesitate before it collided
With my eyes. The river reflected the light
Into a sparkling spectrum of colors.
Suspended high in the crystal blue sky,
The sun cast a bright yellow light
Onto the forest. Time stretched and slowed,
Until the fibers of time were ready to break.
I gazed mystified at the ultimate peace
That filtered through the forest ever so slowly.
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