Written on September 17, 2024
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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. - Henry Van Dyke Reflected in the water, flowing gently Sighs, songs, silence, so wonderfully inviting Her rhythm, still as the music’s soul, Glowing like the autumn’s knowing, her joy Rising to the surface, leaves in vibrant hues Glittering gold and trembling tangerine, Rustling rusts and breathless burgundies Floating, following the rapids soothing tracks Listening to the birds, crooning, singing Revealing their tales, caught up in the music Of a moment, the descant’s sigh, breathing Light over October, while the waters pass on by, Spraying the ages with soft words, goodbye To the summer’s version of the forest’s cry.
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