And again, all goes quiet. "What is happen- -" The trees begin whispering to one another, but what they are saying cannot be told. Our speaker murmurs, apprehensive, "Hell- -" but is interrupted by a splash of water from the nearby bayou. A dart frog "croaks," covered in mire, and leaps onto a thick log, catching a dragonfly in its mouth. "Ribbit!" it carries on. Suddenly, a flowertrap "slaps," attempting to cage something. Then it opens, revealing nothing to capture. The man, seeing this happen, forgets all about the peril he has found himself in, "it's as if a secret passed between its flaps. Secrets long-ago etched into the very soil upon which we stan- -" The speaker interjects, "Oi! focus!"
"You're right. I'm sor- -" The ancient oaks start singing:
"Your sentinel. 'Tis her. The moon.
She shall guide you, to your home place.
You best get gone, they come out soon.
Go now. Rid yourself from this space."
"If you are weary, heed our great advice
And take the path of least struggle, the ferns,
But watch the sedges, so sharp, a great slice,
And tread lightly, friends, there are many turns."
"Watch as the moonlight leads the correct way,
Watch as the daffodils dance, the break of day,
And espy the vistas of Neptune's fields,
Befriend the tough, for the heart blooms with shields."
"Turn your eyes to all that which is hollow,
And when the guide spirit shews, you shall follow,
But make no mistake, the zephyrs will chase,
And turn to gusts they may, you must win the race."
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The Heart's Tempo
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