Nature’s Musical Rolling thunder is the timpani in nature’s serenade, accompanied by strings and horns, our senses to invade. The ripple of a mountain stream, a breeze that whispers low, the mournful cry of mating doves, like an A string ‘neath the bow, combine and harmonize their tunes for a concert so divine that God must pause and listen as the notes all intertwine. A far-off coyote’s “yip-yip-yip” when sun and skyline meet relax the weary laborer, the restful night to greet. Hoot owls venture forth at dusk to add their lovely bass, and insects chirrup cradlesongs as darkness slows the pace. No philharmonic orchestra, no violin or flute makes music quite like nature’s own; there is no substitute. cgtrent
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 10:45:56 +0000