Mother Earth’s Symphony
The Symphony is always changing…
The bellow of the frog…
The whistle of the chickadee…
The rustling of the leaves…
The air, dancing on it’s own…
They appear to be composed with purpose of being celebrated together and yet,
…individually, their own song is as meaningful and equally delightful.
Then Silence.
It breaks through for but a moment…and then…
The bellow of the frog…
The whistle of the chickadee…
The rustling of the leaves…
Another composition, another beautiful song.
Thank you, Mother Earth.