It was a late autumn stroll through the fallen leaves
as I caught the beaver swimming in the dammed up spring.
Trees were chewed down and beaver huts were made
all a sign that winter has appeared a little earlier today.
From the hollow to the pond nature documents the best
as I saw you in the canvas which led me on a quest,
you're the blue sky hidden behind the dark grey clouds
the sunshine when storms come around.
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