I love the sound the lake makes
when its belly is full,
a basso snoring that wakes the creek.
Bubbling and wubbling,
churning and chortling,
it trips over roots and rocks
and its own feet,
letting out a woo hoo (!)
as it free falls down the cascade.
"Reflection is the liturgy of this landscape." Terry Tempest Williams
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