He walks the narrow tracks
among ferns and mossy rocks
on quiet weekdays
The sound of birds echoes off the carved stones
plays the stream like a Guzheng
When the city is hustle bustle
he feels completely at ease
Photo by Cassa Bassa at Mt Wilson, NSW, Australia
Flicker of Thoughts 
Something about the poem makes me feel at ease
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Perhaps you are a man of solitary too!?!
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Oh yes. I love being alone in nature
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The river is a musical instrument. I love that analogy, Cassa. Sounds so serene.
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Thank you! The nature sounds are indeed musical.
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