Noon
The warmth of a spring’s day.
The white glowing sun standing high in the sky.
In the valley’s forest the birds are singing.
The green of the trees and the grass,
the blue of the water and the sky
are almost too intense to bear.
A light breeze caressing the treetops.
Slowly moving in the soft wind.
No cloud in the sky.
A silent splash as a fish breaks through the surface,
destroying the reflection of the sun,
glowing light, blinding,
that is slowly making its way through the sky.
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