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The water has receded
And I can see everything
in the bottom of the stream
Big pebbles of assorted colors
covering each other
frogs scampering about
and big fish meddling around
I stared in the silent water 
watching rubble floating on top 
giant rocks planted in the sand 
unaware of what is at hand
And openly denying that
they didn't know each other
I walked across the buried rock
to view the pebbles from all angles
With heightened curiosity
and  reflective ingenuity 
I dip my foot into the water 
but it was as cold as ice 
and something  strange 
was bubbling up inside
The sun shines vigorously
through the  tall trees
penetrating the water in the deep
I could see the color of  everything
the shape the depth and the size
The wind came to a stand still
And mad birds murmuring
precariously  from within
They start a mutiny in the trees 
Flying furiously  in the air 
waiting for the storm as it draws near
I crossed the stream 
and sat on a wooden bench
Contemplating numerous events 
The mysteries of nature 
birds talking to each other
And everyone screaming 
and shouting at one another 
I could not understand the birds language
but I could sense their troubled emotions 
Whistling
screeching
squealing
shirking
crying
hooting
tweeting 
sounds without description arouse in the tree
Different rhythm unfamiliar tune
Making everyone confused
Mozart in all his glory 
couldn't have created a better symphony 
Even among the tallest tree 
 nature is wailing in misery
I cannot fathom it all 
unparalleled music resonating in my head
and the trees  standing upright
scrutinizing this terrible plight
The leaves are not moving
And the bushes can feel the strangeness
the birds are whimpering
forcing nature to set an important meeting
Everyone gathers in Eleanor's park
waiting anxiously for the meeting to start
The wood pecker hammering the wood
and  the sweet John Che-wit
standing on the shaky branch
watching the cardinal reading the agenda
The cold and dry winter has returned
Hot spring  sweltering in summer
Every thing is green again and the trees 
waits patiently to dance again
The bird started a sudden commotion 
and the meeting ended in a raucous  demotion
Winter hits back with a monumental explosion.
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