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Ripples

A lake centered in a forest streaming wherever and whenever. What's fallen in or settled at the bottom, you'll never know After all, it's in the middle of a forest Squirrels scampering past on the forest floor. Birds in the sky, flying from afar, eager to land in their nest. Perched in a tree. The tree home to many. Populated with ants, termites, owls and more. Living in harmony, untouched and unbothered. The raining of clouds, routinely washing over all, minding no business. None safe, save for the groundhog, in his subterranean burrow. With the time for the overcast and rain through, the cycle carries on, no say in when or why, but leaving behind it fresher air. Ripples often populate the lake, riddling the surface, Minding the business of the forest and its creatures, as well as the rain. Though it always returns to a state of still, even seemingly, Forever, maybe not, but eventually will it find itself at the center of things, perfectly still.

Ripples

A lake centered in a forest streaming wherever and whenever. What's fallen in or settled at the bottom, you'll never know After all, it's...