A Silent Shout

XV.

Anyone can see
those pale curves were molded by a master.
No amount of dust, no darkened corner
can hide the same truth told by the sun
as it sinks into lavender mountains
whose rustling, fragrant trees hug glinting streams,
uncurling ferns, a dragonfly wing:
the creation reveals its creator
with a silent shout.

~K

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