Pausing to still the leaf crunching, twig snapping foot step disturbance,
Letting intrusion ripple away, until the slow re-emergence
Of the chattering, murmuring chorus of life the forest sings:
Skittering squirrels, vigilant birds, feedback buzz of insect wings.
Sunbeam spears pierce breeze dancing branches, capturing motes in flight.
Intricate ribbons of interconnection, spiderwebs spun of light
Holding together this delicate, cycling, kaleidoscope maze.
Fractals of proteins, exchanging, rebuilding in so many ways.
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