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The mountain stream
Tumbling towards the sea,
silver in the evening light
across hills and far away.
I lay, my head close to the
dancing water its message clear,
all round blissful chaos that is nature.
Above, clouds drift white and soft,
towards the sea black clouds loom,
deers nervous as they graze.
Swans take flight across the lake
wakes of dripping water from their feet
Otters on the shore and nature sleeps.
I cross the stream stoop to drink
hands cupped . . . intoxicated.
No thoughts no plans for tomorrow,
chaotic, child-hood puzzles
myriad pieces, never still or silent,
peace beyond all understanding.
I'll stay until the swans return
be it now or in the morning.
silver in the evening light
across hills and far away.
I lay, my head close to the
dancing water its message clear,
all round blissful chaos that is nature.
Above, clouds drift white and soft,
towards the sea black clouds loom,
deers nervous as they graze.
Swans take flight across the lake
wakes of dripping water from their feet
Otters on the shore and nature sleeps.
I cross the stream stoop to drink
hands cupped . . . intoxicated.
No thoughts no plans for tomorrow,
chaotic, child-hood puzzles
myriad pieces, never still or silent,
peace beyond all understanding.
I'll stay until the swans return
be it now or in the morning.
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