This day has brought turbulence
to the atmosphere of the forest, its
creek streaming wildly through
the ravine turbid and swollen with
woody debris washed from the
forest canopy in a furious sweep
of wild wind screaming through
tree masts bent in a macabre
dance bringing death to some
split from trunks, victims of a
changing season. Of sturm und drang
there is ample for nature adores a
tone poem in her honour and she has
ordered her elements to scrub and
burnish the landscape for the
occasion. Torrents of rain artfully
varnish the glowing green landscape
as it stands bowed but beautiful, an
ethereal luminosity radiating within.
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