The frogs humming
To sleep they are lulling,
The whistle in the treetops
The cathedrals rustlings.
The shimmering lake
with an image of green & blue
like a brand new
Just under the surface.

The soft paddling of a duck,
and its long silver trail
arrayed with the beauty of the sky.
The excited chirpings
And delighted, peaceful murmerings
of the birds above.
The rough bark behind my back,
The stillness and crispness of the morning
weaving its fingers through the green expanse,
of the raindforest.

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