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I have gained more wisdom sitting in silence, listening to the performance of nature, than any formal tutelage has offered

The crickets, well, they speak a simple but wise story of a zest for life, for they may not live through the night and sing for love of song

The frogs, oh those tiny little frogs

How wise they are and always looking for love, how much more we could be if we did the same

In the distance, the owls call to each other. I believe they are penning the most epic poem, one that only the other is capable of understanding and I aspire to one day birth

How sublime,

Beasts in field bray as our shared golden sun succumbs to the veil of tonight’s eve, with each sharing that which is unknowable, yet mesmerizing still

Here comes the gentle breeze carrying the final winged taking shelter, each with storied events of foraging and procreating for another day

Laying the grass, holding my breath, I can hear the grub mixing a gift for later

The insects, negotiate for whatever is available while defending what territory has been held

How delicate this balance is

Now sitting in darkness, thankful for azure’s daily baptism, nature’s melody washes over with such simple, yet elegant design

How delicate