Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm. A forest stands as a testament to perseverance and survival, as it marks another season of lunar cycles, and the changes inherent in nature’s palette. Emeralds yield to the fire like splendour of warmth, as we witness the spectacle of the approaching Autumn.
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Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm. A forest stands as a testament to perseverance and survival, as it marks another season of lunar cycles, and the changes inherent in nature’s palette. Emeralds yield to the fire like splendour of warmth, as we witness the spectacle of the approaching Autumn.
The Great Canadian Shield not only anchors us to the original inhabitants of this vast country, but it acts as the geological glue that binds all of Canada together. We stand as one on a firm foundation, following the example of the Maple, Pine, Birch, and Sumac, as we celebrate our diversity in varied colours, shapes, strengths, and purpose. Be diligent and shield our natural heritage and traditions from all who claim to make sound environmental decisions on our behalf. Speak out with your heart. Speak out with your soul. Listen to the ancient voices.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
Your clear waters calm my soul with every stroke of my paddle. My red canoe is drawn to islands where solitude and reflection have sustained me through formative years. A father’s love of nature flows through my veins like warm Summer breezes, and lessons learned are appreciated with every sunset’s glow. You are the catalyst that reunites long lost friends. You are Lac-du-Cerf.
When approaching Algonquin, the quiet hush of nature begins its descent upon me. I feel the ever increasing distance from stress, noise, pavement and concrete. The layers of life’s hectic pace are replaced by nature’s serenity as I approach Algonquin.