A twig brushes past concrete,
A loud crack rends the air;
A great roar fills the still earth
As the dam comes crashing down.
The waters all rush out, raging;
Rocks are churned in pain
Birds took flight, squawking
The silent forest was deafening.
And then soft words.
There was calm, silence, peace.
Blissful. All as it once was.
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