Immobility or illusion?

Lunch time, a river, a tree on the ground, many trees around, water singing along, and a sun warm already on the afternoon world. I close my eyes, another tree in the landscape, immobile and in the moment. Immobile? Or rather a perfection of tiny little movements keeping my body in balance, always moving in a subtle dance, an illusion.

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