The sibilant sound of a ripe apple falling off the tree is amplified in the perfect stillness of our Anten homestead:
Sweet apple in its ripe prime
nature’s rites elegant
Summer brings on its show time
wordlessly eloquent!
When weighed down by their sap
apples’ tender stems snap
They drop in sound sibilant
flight paths most fleetingly
in wind stirred up jubilant
with apple subtlety
Amidst silence distinctly
a falling apple’s thud
shall be echoed succinctly
as well on grass as mud
Every Summer’s wondrous story
no event purely perchance
but of perfect trajectory
part of Nature’s flawless dance
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-Anten = a small community by the lake with the same name near Alingsås