Quick Change
Silence is in the air,
not a sound is heard.
There is a silent wind blowing,
trees stand still to the wind.
Sky is clear,
river runs.
A still deer is in the meadow,
behind a cherry tree.
Preched on a willow oak,
the sparrow hoppes about.
Dark storm clouds
at bay for now.
High on the sky
A hawk watches.
The wind picks up,
silences is broken.
Howling of the wind is heard,
trees bend and sway to the wind.
Deer runs off,
Sparrow flies home.
Clouds move in,
no sunlight breaking through,
darkness over head.
Thunder is heard,
Lighting flashes,
Rain comes pouring down.
Changes is silent but quick.
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