As Lily passed the lotus’s sea lea, she paused for moment, closed her eyes, and listened.
Chirps.
Splashes.
Croaks.
Buzzes.
Flutters.
Gurgles.
Rustles.
Snaps.
Caws.
Of course, these were just sounds to her ears, foreign frequencies of proximous flora and fauna.
But, through the properties of their paralanguages—pitches, tones, intonations, and tempos, she felt sure she understood what they were saying.
Welcomed by some, unnoticed by others, and feared by a few,
Lily opted to relay deep thanks to her midday milieu
With some refreshed breaths and a mint smile before bidding adieu. ; )
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