On a windy, overcast spring afternoon the
forest interior's light-mute atmosphere speaks
compellingly of rain yet rain is withheld. On
the banks of the stream settled within the forested
ravine grow the earliest of spring wildflowers
coltsfoot, their brilliant yellow flowerheads
stubbornly closed for lack of sun. In the forest
understory the stalks of honeysuckle and dogwood
boast bright green foliage and from the still-damp
soil of the forest floor trilliums are abandoning
the stifling darkness of the winter months. In the
stream, a Mallard drake leisurely paddles, dips
for algae and moves on, never straying too far
from the site where its mate has settled to nest.
In his inherent loyalty lies nature's formula of
survival where her creatures breed and bear young
nurture and protect them to carry on the endless
cycle of birth and death obeying the seasons
and the inherited reasons for primal existence.
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