Music of the Forest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
it is a short story to show how magical the forest can be if you listen closely.

Submitted: August 25, 2014

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Have you ever had that feeling that you are being watched? Well that is how I feel right now. I feel as if all of the eyes in this room are on me. I am on stage like a rabbit in a magic show for their entertainment. I walk over to the piano, bow, and sit down. I then begin playing the symphony I wrote myself. The intricate little notes all flowing together like a small blue creek over smooth stones filled with the most beautiful fish. My fingers flick across the keys like little bees jumping from flower to flower spreading the pollen to each flower and taking a little nectar from each one. Everyone around me is silent but all I hear is the music in my head as I play it on the piano. I can feel the music sweeping over me like a cool breeze in the springtime. Two minutes have gone by. As I keep playing I hear the rabbits jumping over the fallen trees on to the soft lush green leaves that have been knocked off the trees. Three minutes have now gone by. As I keep playing I feel the rain being to fall and all of a sudden a streak of lightning hits the tree. The fire begins to lick the bark of the tree and them jumps from one tree to the next burning all the trees around it until the rain falls enough to kill the fire and as I stomp out the fire on the ground next to me I hear the sad weeping of the forest for the dead tree and the loss of the many homes of the animals that lived in those trees. Then I too began to cry along with the forest as the saddest song you will ever hear began to play. The crickets played violin. The rain drops played the drums and the rest of the forest began to blur into flute, clarinet, and French horn. The animals all played their part in the sad song of death, each animal contributing to the song at different times. When the rain stopped, you could see that the forest was not completely dead and the trees could still be lived in. The animals then jumped into a song of new hope. They danced and strummed. You could hear the hum of each instrument bellow through the forest and each animal was happy with the way things had turned out. All I hear is the music in my head. I do not feel the thousands of eyes or the whispers around me. I cannot even feel the piano anymore. All I feel is the forest surrounding me and telling me what to play as the symphony keeps going. Five minutes have passed and I am almost done with the day. The sun is beginning to set and the birds are singing the last song of the day as the sun disappears into the lake. Night begins and a new symphony begins. However, that is for another time and my symphony is complete. I then remember where I am and I stand and bow. The applause erupts around me as I walk off the stage with that one magic white bunny trailing after me. Then again, this is wonderland of course, anything can happen right?


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