nature

The music of the wind is on, sending the trees into a delightful rapid dance. Each move so passionate and intense that the earth is heavily rewarded with fruits, falling with great velocity that I fear for my soft skull. Hey! Why aren't I running far away? Oh, how could I? Each dance step of the tree refreshes the soul with a pleasure more pleasurable than any urban gadget. The music of the wind is sending all into a trance of drunken pleasure, so high a pleasure, that I feel Mother Nature and I are best friends. And tonight she host me to a festival of nature's music and dance move. Ah! Even the farm dog can attest to my testimony for it too, is firmly captivated by the language of nature, in music and dancing... Oh Mother Nature you are creative, and gallant in your ways! And little me is made whole in you!