the lake is serene . reflecting, almost like glass . the fading autumn
in the beautiful . noise, it’s easy to forget . to stop and listen
on the same branches . the tree explodes in colors . as varied as life
every sunset . carries hope for tomorrow . as today is done
an early snowfall . changes one’s expectations . of what is to come
no place is silent . but in the space between sounds . it can be peaceful
only small ripples . will reveal; the reflection . cannot be the truth
in two maple trees . their changing autumn colors . show disagreement
when the lake is calm . there is no expectation . that the boats will sail
in the morning fog . common experiences . don’t seem so common
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