by Robert G Parent
The day in August is cool
Foreshadowing
what's to come
Calmness in the present day
I see myself
reflected in the season
Light ripples in the lake
Birds sing their songs
Ducks glide on the surface
I too do my own thing
The tree looks
down on the scene
The bench next to the tree
Waits for humans
to do the same
They're stuck in their fear
But the time is to come
When humans too
shall be calm
For good or for ill
The choice is always theirs.
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