A solitary rock
By the water's edge
Reaching toward heaven's eye
Light glints off the water
A breeze ruffles the leaves on the trees
There's magic in the greetops
Like a lacy fringe of green
Caressing the sky
Endless birdsong
Each sound in harmony
Creation's symphony
Man intrudes
Voices, cars, trains
Be quiet, noisy man
And listen to the wind
Written at Walden Pond, May 29, 2001
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