Nature has her own music.
I have heard her chorus of pine trees and ocean waves singing, the
tympani of the wind, the baritone frogs and alto crickets, and of course, her
birds. Even her silence resonates. I do
not need an iPod when walking in nature.
Today, for some reason, I took my iPod.
Climbing the hill and walking between the rocks I spilled and the trees,
twice the ear plugs were pulled from my ears.
I am slow sometimes. With a
wonder, I took the earphones off and let the soft music float between the pines
and firs, the stumps and cactus, the purple bell flowers and the red blooms so
soft nestled in the cactus thorns. And
like a painter with broad brush strokes, I weaved my way as the music floated
and danced.
Seems so little I have to offer,moments when I
could give something back to nature. And
when my walk was done, the music silent, the birds returned to singing and
nature returned the song upon the breeze.
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