Sunset descends on these quiet waters, as all seek stillness after an engaging, but rewarding day. Tiny islands draw colour to their shores in magnetic rhythms, as distant pines mark the transition between fluidity and a darkening sky. Warmth fades as night draws near, but we revel in the memories of Autumn’s glow.
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Sunset descends on these quiet waters, as all seek stillness after an engaging, but rewarding day. Tiny islands draw colour to their shores in magnetic rhythms, as distant pines mark the transition between fluidity and a darkening sky. Warmth fades as night draws near, but we revel in the memories of Autumn’s glow.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
The Great Canadian Shield not only anchors us to the original inhabitants of this vast country, but it acts as the geological glue that binds all of Canada together. We stand as one on a firm foundation, following the example of the Maple, Pine, Birch, and Sumac, as we celebrate our diversity in varied colours, shapes, strengths, and purpose. Be diligent and shield our natural heritage and traditions from all who claim to make sound environmental decisions on our behalf. Speak out with your heart. Speak out with your soul. Listen to the ancient voices.
Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.
The sky is painted with crimson brush strokes, as the winds of haste fade to calm. Take pause from tasks that hinder your soul, and reflect on your growth and achievements. Know you have made a difference in the world in quiet and subtle ways. In ways that are hidden in the warm mist far from turmoil of the surface waves. Be still and absorb the rejuvenating spirit of sunset breezes.