Waters

Slow ripples move across the still lake distorting the pale image of a moon. A soft murmur of the wind soars across the empty lake, sending up little bits of spray into the air. The moon light shines down turning the clear drops of spray into silver perals to be thrown in ivory rainbows against the cold surface of the pond. Slowly the cries of animals fill the air echoing off the soft surface of the lake. The calm breeze mixing their weeps with a slow whisper calming their frightened noises in the air. A small deer sits at the edge of the lake, drinking a small sip of the clear lake through a greedy mouth. The smells of the fresh forest mix in the calm night air, filling the empty lake with the smells of newness.

With a tedious roar another wave crashes onto the sandy beach. The salty spray flying into the face of a lone wolf as he marches down the shore. The thin drops of water shake off his wet coat as his foots create ephemeral footprints in the shore waiting to be erased by the next wave. Under the calm stars this wolf walks with tedious steps through the surf seeking his prey and seeking his meal. In the distance a firelight glitters off the coast small sparks creating a dim mockery of the starry expanse. With a lonesome cry the wolf plods on through the growing surf.

A stream rumbles in the quiet of a forest. The surrounding glade is filled with the melodic sounds of the water rushing around rocks and over branches. The clear liquid races down the wet banks splashing as it plummets down the sides of rocks into a waiting pool below. Birds chirp in the background mixing their songs with the song of the lake. Slow rustles of the wind meandering its way through the branches provide a low note to this harmony. To complete this cacophony of noises the thunder of hoofed feet echoes off the encircling trunks mixing their might in with the streams rhythm, the birds melody and the winds rustles.