Traversing well trodden rooted paths to the softly
spoken silence of the lakeside, refracting diamonds
of crystal white and listening for the sympathetic
splash of Swan and many a nesting foraging bird
to feed their fledgling young, fresh hatched.
Across the water a bobbing boat of cobalt blue
with babbling child, arm outstretched to feel
the waters chill, fair hair flowing in the breeze.
And somewhere in the distance, the cacophonous intrusion of man.
A helicopter
hovers overhead
as a jet streams by
at thirty thousand feet
and the clatter clank
and thumping grind
of a building
rising to the sky
and the background
hum of car and van
urgently rushing by.
The push, the shove, the go and the rush to drown out natures whispered hush.
