Chairoscuro skies above my head
Rainbow arching a river wide
Shimmering waters ripple in tiny waves
A breeze whistles along the banks
The reeds and long grass rustles
Solitude resonates here
Only punctuated by the occasional bird call
Then a few birds break cover and soar effortlessly into the sky
It has come to that time of year for them to fly
To head south and head for warmer climbs
As they sense the preternatural storms coming
What will the future bring
And what will nature be summoning
Can you hear the drums now drumming
To the beat of natures thunder
It ominous that in this peaceful place
That such foreboding uncertaintity lays ahead.
fauxcroft 
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