He lay there, on a bank dappled with sunshine coming through the mangrove leaves, listening to the sounds of the swamp. Many shades of green are painted across his hide, being put there by sun and leaf.
As his body soaks in the warmth from the sun, his ears soak in the voices of the swamp. First comes the swishing of the kudzu, the purple blooms of the flower rattling. Followed by the buzzing of dragonflies, humming birds, and other small winged creatures. Toads and frogs add their part to the song, their croaks coming loud and low or sharp and high. At last the sky, too, joins in. Sending wind and rain to blend the swamp's many voices into one. Into Swamp Song.
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[[original haiku]]
Listen to the song,
voices of the swamp blending
into harmony.
