Nature's Song

        At the dusk of dawn I walk toward a lonely oak tree in the middle of a grassy meadow. Every little detail of the tree, grass, and sky are in radiant shades of orange, purple, and black. The sun is still waking and peeping up just above the hills like a child picking its head up from a pillow. Finally when I arrive at the tree the wind starts to blow. The oak's leaves are whistling and the limbs are making steady drum-like beats. Bump..bump, bump..bump. And I too find myself singing to nature's tune.

        Looking out I also begin to take notice of the tall silky grass begin to roll and sway like ocean waves breaking gracefully at the beach's shorline. I can feel the wind flowing ever so softly and gently through my hair like a mother brushing her child's hair with her tender fingers out of warmth and gentle care. The soft light beaming from the waking sun brings life to all of the oak tree's surrounding neighbors. At this point nature's song begins to calm down. The leaves stop whistling, the limbs stop bumping, the grass stops flowing, the wind dies down, and I too stop singing. 

        There is now a complete silence like a respectable quietness at a loved one's funeral. After a few minutes the sun finally awakes. Revealing all of the remarkable features of the land around the meadow and beyond. I look around once more to enjoy the time I got to have with the lonely oak tree in the meadow. Finally it is now time for me to leave the beautiful scenery. And as I walk home I hum nature's song.