In the brown water, the movement of colours. Milky white, red and juicy orange; koi fishes basking under noonday luminescence, in the languid silence of the trees. A stone-walled tunnel, the world of moisture, shadows, and little green things growing between the cracks, reaching for sunlight — to the prickly music of cicadas against the incessant, lulling sounds of the sea.
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Science, nature & words. My sciku at poetsforscience.org