Soliloquy
Frolicking through the forest
dripping off the leaves
bouncing around the
tree trunks
trickling like a stream is
the
melody of a
quiet forest.
The crunching of brown leaves the rustle of vines
the whisper of violets
and the is
harmony
hum
of bees
in a quiet forest.
The cheery whistle of
a cardinal
or the chatter of a squirrel the breath of breezes
and the noise of many is
a
symphony
little
creatures
in silence,
by Stephanie Thompson
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