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In Silence

In silence,
the trees quench their thirst
while their leaves gather
to celebrate nature's kindness
as a starving snake slithers,
seeking its prey
to appease its hunger
at the end of the day.

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I'm sure I don't understand the transition. It's kind of confusing for me.

W. H. Snow

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Let's see I can help with that.

In silence,
the trees quench their thirst (its raining)
while their leaves gather
to celebrate nature's kindness (the rainwater keeps them alive)
as a starving snake slither,(life goes on in spite of the weather)
seeking its prey
to appease its hunger
at the end of the day.

Alid

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the snake slithers and in next line I'd drop "for". A good description of how life goes on even in a day of rain............stan

Thanks for the visit and the read. Done the edit.

Alid

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A goodly write, just one small thing a snake may slither, but to find its food it "slithers" from one place to the next, the plurals need words to accompany them,
Snakes slither
A Snake slithers,
Its just a ?? of who's doing what??
Talk to you later,
Yours as always, Ian..

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I missed that one out.

Alid

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for the explanation.

W. H. Snow

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its my pleasure.

Alid

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