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The loveliest of words by Hannah:
Sparse trees, tall and thin, loom over the pond. Squirrels chatter. Cicadas sing. Birds twitter. Lily pads, the slick green of a frog’s back, float across the pond. The glassy surface of the murky water ripples as a bullfrog springs, leaping from his own little raft to a different lily pad, this one studded with a white jewel. Dark pines rustle. A gnarled tree, blazing a brilliant emerald, gazes silently at the wrinkling water with hidden eyes, cloaked with foliage. All is well, nothing amiss. It seems the serenity will last forever. Everlasting bliss, always perfect… When thunder rumbles in the distance, shattered peace stills the song of nature’s children as gray storm clouds, striking and fierce against the blue of the day, snake across the sky, devouring the pure of the white clouds with dirty ash-stained gray. Silence. Suddenly, rain, warm, swift rain, lashes out at Lily Pond, pelting the trees. But the storm only lasts seconds. In a heartbeat, the ground becomes the muddy color of damp earth. The slicked-down grass is laden with a burden of rain. The trees drip softly. And a ray of vibrant golden sunlight breaks through the ugly clouds, pooling around the cottage. Soon, a cardinal, his crimson feathers heavy with raindrops, shakes the water from his wings and begins to call.
DISCLAIMER: Rain at Lily Pond is really quite gentle and soothing. When I heard the rumble of thunder on the horizon, I just assumed it would be like it is at my house. It isn’t. The pitter-patter of the softly falling rain can make one drowsy, though!
Feathery scales the color of emeralds,
Changing from brown to green,
Beauty only few have seen.
And then they aren’t,
Eaten by the lizard.
Tongue placed in its sheath,
Now crawling under a leaf,
The green anole lizard goes to sleep.