Birds sing their razor sharp songs
Disputing with the rippling water
But the silence
~holds sway~
Like a continuous thread
Running through stories
A frail bench, kept awake by the
~forest's aura~
Endorsed by the glaring signs
Of sleepy vagrants,
Tells his life-story to his
~former brother~
Lofty leaves take a deep breath
Every time the wind
~elevates them~
Embraces their vitality
Takes them to rapture
~parallel with the ground~
Playing on the fertile soil
Two innocent little six year olds
~boy and girl~
Clenched by the joyous mire
~unaware~
They're under the aegis of
the hex of the hush
~they kiss~