Wonder and ponder down to the ancient river-swamp. A poster-cow grazes, hooves deep in the muck. The black and white blotches, perfectly distributed over her bulk, are exploiting in the tremendous green.
Rose-stone boulders pile everywhere along the banks and two birds stand on her back. Marvelous white cranes watch the scene. With clear eyes above a pal-yellow beak, a color most beautiful when found in nature, they look at me as I look at them.
Head down, she munches grass as the three of us continue to look out and admire. One crane enters flight, but not from fear, soaring out of sight behind the line of coconut and banana trees. Then the looping flight reappears overhead completing a cycle.
The sunlight penetrates through the wingspan and reveals the intimacies of each air-birthing feather. A shimmering-black butterfly dips about the breeze, open and gliding on its red and white speckled wings.
As my observation is with this thin-winged animal of flight, the second crane finds a new point of interest too, and takes off. Between the rustling flows of palms and grasses these ears get a glimpse of the appetite of the cow. Her chewing is one song of happiness in these ancient interactions.
Must the sun set to unveil the magnificence of a place...
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