Tall stalks of overgrown reed <br />Sway with surreal slowness <br />Over the edge of the lake; <br />The water is smooth, <br />Dark, <br />Motionless, <br />Mirroring the stillness <br />Of the trees towering above <br />That stand guard and wait. <br />Mysterious and vaguely defined, <br />Mere shadow beings they are <br />Behind the heavy veil of fog- <br />Thick and resilient against searching eyes. <br />The forest will keep <br />Its secrets tonight; <br />All is eerily silent, waiting <br />In the calm before the storm.<br /><br />Leslie Ching<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-storm-6/
