[Begin scene]
Silky white clouds pass between a pair of mountain peaks…
Green shrubbery covers the landscape softened by the blue of the sky…
A nearby stream flows swiftly by, cool water tumbling over an assortment of rocks, gurgling on its way…
Just under the surface there swims a handful of trout, keeping place despite the current rushing by…
In a word, serene.
[End scene]
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Categories: Nature, Poetry & Prose
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