It’s not only the crash of a tree
falling in the forest;
it’s the sound of a small waterfall
pouring from a mossy stone into a pool,
the taste of pure water from a spring,
the shimmer of sunlight
on the surface of a stream,
the heft of a pebble on the bottom,
and on the bank,
the scent of a trailing arbutus
that doesn’t really need your nose
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