Many thoughts weighing,
All about things yet to come;
Outside is sunlight.
Birds keep on swooping,
Picking on the endless seeds
In unceasing lines.
Shadows climb the tree;
Where did its journey begin?
And where will it end?
Imprisoned leaf lies
On the other side of fence--
No hope for escape.
Sparkles seem brighter
In the waters of the stream
Aided by the woods.
Climbing the mountain--
Shadows longer than its tree;
(Will it stop growing?)
Frozen roadside pond
Conceals that which lies beneath;
(Is there motion there?)
Pausing on a stump
Shadows takes a brief respite.
Will it continue?
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