On the bank of a stream, I speak to the water and the image it holds, express my respect for the beauty before me. I watch as it shifts with a light touch of my hand, while the trees overhead stand still, just as my emotions respond to events that mean little to others. I see myself observing, see that same shift in my own image, and know that I cannot separate myself from the effects my actions have upon nature.

trees stand motionless
ripples pass across a stream
dancing tree branches

leaves floating on farthest bank
bob on the waves as they sink

Carpe Diem #1259 reflection.

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