Natures Orchestra

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This is something for all of us to see and hear somtimes the music is different but it's still there all you have to do is give the to and look and listen.

Submitted: November 12, 2010

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I thought go for a walk in the woods, I always feel better afterwards. The weather was cloudy and could rain, this did not put me off Ill take my umbrella just in case. It didn’t take me long before I was in the woods walking under the big trees, sycamore, horse chestnut, oak and many others. As I looked up into the tree tops I could see bits of the sky, not much blue sky up there I thought. Further on there was an old tree trunk that had been left or placed there and it made a welcome place to rest a while and that’s when it happened. I sat down and realised as I looked up into the trees there was no sign of any blue sky. It was just like the quietness before the orchestra starts to play, this quietness was broken by the genteel sound of the tree tops there rhythmic movements seemed to put me at ease as the gentile wind blew. Then came the rain slow at first as the droplets were court by the big leafs in the trees and when the droplets became too much for the leafs to hold they would bow downwards and the droplets come down to the earth, again in an ease rhythm. As the rain increased so did the rhythm. At this point I put my umbrella up and again as the droplets landed on the umbrella there was a rhythm to it. It was so peaceful, them another sound came to my ear the faint sound of water. I was aware of a very small stream that made its way along side the path that I was taking. The sound of water as it gurgled over the small stones and the roots of trees where the earth had been washed away forming little pools of water and water falls in miniature. The wind had now pushed the clouds away and the last of the remaining drops of rain were now been waved off the tree tops to the rhythm of the breeze. The sun was now shining it seemed to be dancing as shafts of sun light came through the trees. The song of a black bird could be heard, the wind had died down and every note seemed to hang onto the breeze that wove its way through the woods. I decided to follow the stream down towards the lake that I knew was further down the path. The woods now opened up to a small meadow. In the meadow grow large grasses and bushes, the bushes stood out like islands in a sea of grass. A fragrance from different plants and bushes seemed to linger in the damp air and this added to the magic of it all, I walked a little further and reached the lake.
The gurgling sound of the stream changed as it entered the lake by way of a small water fall. Further down the path I stood and looked over the lake, I could hear the black birds in full song along with other birds singing their songs. The breeze that carried the fragrance from the meadow went across the lake; the ripples it made on the water gave the effect of the sun dancing on the water. In the back ground I could hear the sound of the stream and like different instrument in an orchestra every so often a bee would fly by in pure stereophonic sound another sound in stereo, it was one of those large dragon fly as it flew passed. Another sound now came to my ears, where was it coming from? I don’t know but I know it was a cricket and another one joins in they seemed to be playing a duet. I can now hear a pleasant humming sound the instrument that is making it is thousands of little black flies flying up and down in a column. With all of this going on I was rooted where I stood, it seemed that time did not exist natures orchestra was playing their instruments for me. It was impossible to describe how I felt the place was so tranquil and everything was in harmony. I felt I was in another world of which I couldn’t fined the words to describe it, full of happiness and at peace with myself. I later noticed the lake was perfectly still; a mirror image of the sky there was the reflection of some clouds they seemed to sail across the lake like great sailing ships yet not disturbing the surface of the lake. Then came a sound like the rise and fall of a low humming and mixed with it was a low hoot and whistle. I looked up and saw a flock of swans flying over they circled round and were coming to land on the lake. Their great wings fully extended like big aeroplanes with their long necks stretching out in front their big webbed feet ready to make contact with the water. Then the sound came of them skiing across the still water till they came to rest. The waves they made spread across the still lake distorting the reflection of the sky but not spoiling the magic of it all. I watched as they seemed to be washing themselves and then they would stretch their neck sky ward open their wings and flap them at this time they seemed to be standing on the water. After performance they all settled down for the night, just then some ducks came in to land on the lake; they were like little biplanes in comparison to the swans, all this did not spoil the magic of it all.
The sky now a little darker as evening was starting to draw in, some clouds were touched with the yellow and orange rays of the setting sun rays spread out across the sky like a giant fan. I in distance I could hear the song of the last black bird singing and now and then the call of a coot, or a water hen. The thought came to me, Its time to go home, as I made my way back through the woods O could still hear the black bird because of the stillness of the evening he sounded far away but his song seemed to echo through the woods, the perfect ending to a walk in the woods. That night when I went to bed I started to think every evening nature’s orchestra plays its music, but how many people really listen to it? I felt the music, colours and fragrance of it all was just for me and all I had to do was to give it time, that was all mine and I will never forget it. When ever I want it I can play it back in my mined reliving every moment to the full. To the great conductor who put these musical sounds, sights and fragrance together with such harmony and tranquillity, I say thank you.


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