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The Little Pond in The Forest
Contributed by
davidcactus
on
Thursday, 9th February 2012 @ 01:02:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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The breeze makes ripples near the waters edge. Fish swim under an old tree submerged. A motionless frog under a rock waiting for flies, A turtle paddling away, showing just its eyes.
But some things are changing, slowly but sure. The sky is turning to gray from blue, The sound of thunder now can be heard, Droplets start falling, turning to streams, Quenching the earth.
But then as suddenly as it all begun, Everythings quiet, the streams only run. The water is murky and full of debris, The fish are not visible, not even the tree,
The creatures know the storm, Its part of their life, Adapt and live, Give up and die.
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davidcactus
... [
2012-02-09 13:02:59] (Date/Time posted on
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