• Listen to the breeze flowing through soft grasses
    leaving it stained with beautiful ripples that rivet inward and outward
    of its silky touch. And the grasses cradle the wind like a sleeping child so elegant
    and soft that his grandmothers whisper will make him wake. As they dance
    moving perfectly to the beat of a universal drum, creating a ballad of grace
    so fragile it is broken by just the thought of sadness. The trees sway as though
    knowing the melody like a lullaby from a distant memory, smiling on their reminiscent past.
    And the waters bend and leap out of the stream frantically trying to harmonize with the winds.
    For this is the music of nature it can't be mimicked, copied nor transferred
    It can only be heard.