the woods, most would say,
are quiet
but I know different
for I have heard the song of the forest
in stillness I sit
perched on the edge of a steaming river
the soft words of geese reach my ears
over the slow, constant babble
of the water’s passage
dew collects on fading leaves
drops into the brush below
joining with the sounds of birds and squirrels
searching the forest floor
for nuts and berries to stock their winter stores
morning’s light
stirs wildlife to sing and call
their voices creating
a breathtaking cacophony
the music of Nature given life
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