…silence is rare. lapping of water, rushing of wind through reeds, chirring and chuffing of birds, plopping of insects or fish mouth on lake surface, buzzing of insistent fly, bee, or mozzy.
the opening of a lily is that silent? Bald eagle baby screeches, dragonfly azure and slender flashing feathery wings. the gate on the pontoon boat ticks and an ant marches over the offending lock mechanism.
Birch bark tatters off the trunks, 3 trees in one. Six shades of green mutually reflected narcissus-like shimmering. The creaking dock sways its load in the rising breeze. The bulrushes wave and bend their slight bearded heads once more to the shore.
The orchestra of each and all resounds: water, woods, sky, sun or moon, wind and rain, all elementally one and the same constant shifting bigger picture.
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