Description
‘I walk under tickling mist
of a morning drizzle
Healthy curtains of brown and green,
in vivid relief against the blue
Little rivulets meander
keeping paradise from going thirsty
Vague columns of mist
necklace the tall, blue mountain
rising like a looming cliff
Softly glowing silver creeper vines
entwine hedges
marking paths between
the swaying blackness of the trees
The flailing of the forest dies down;
a soft rustling,
and then stillness
Fingers of fading mist
swirl around the trees,
the sun lingers behind thinning clouds
The forest echoes;
a buzzing flutter of unseen wings
and the sound of water,
dripping from a thousand branches’
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