LISTEN TO THE SILENCE, HUMAN

The pure simplicity

of green in the morning

gloom, it's abundance

in dark hues, gazing

one could think

this morning before

sunrise, pregnant with

rain, is one of burgeoning

life, yet there is no birdsong,

for the insects have dwindled,

and the nests are few,

and the woods and meadows

and gravel roads

have the solemnity

of a graveyard.

11.06.2022

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