The trees are silent;
Are they waiting now for me?
Why are they waiting?
Bright sun in morning;
Not a breeze stirs the tree limbs.
Wait! The wind chimes sway.
Hand in hand they walk:
Father-daughter on the road--
Trust and innocence.
Wheeling her barrow
Susan crosses her front lawn--
Her morning routine.
Luminescent grass
Guards the walkway to the house
Where nobody lives.
Forest is singing
Its high pitched tuneless rhythms.
Dark shadows lie still.
Line in roadside pond--
Is it shadow or substance?
Sunlight's not telling.
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