A day of silence
Savour the quiet
A voice stilled
The space filled
With colour
Whispers in the wind
The tales of tall old trees
Cicadas playing violin
Birds flying on the breeze
Sultry summer days are coming
The earth crying out in thirst
We watch the clouds scudding by
Waiting for that pregnant burst
And hot hard drops of rain to fall
Plop, a pause, Plop, another …
Then all at once the curtain falls
And the dance begins
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