Story Trail

Today, the soft spring of the path of spruce

Through a garden brilliant green over the forest floor

Carpeting stone

Cushioning soft footsteps

The cormorant dives

Flaps furiously away 

The only sound

But the wind

And everything that was harsh

And asked too much

And would not be silent 

Softens here this morning

As I do

Moss covering granite stone

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