Nature’s Also Human Tune

Vignette by Fred Leeds

Morning, autumn by the lake. Cushions of leaves encircle the trees. The birds in the trees begin to sing. It is a sound with which the ears of the heart are already familiar. The song is a part of nature’s also human tune. While the notes are recognizable as nature’s ancient code, I must translate them for the doubtful modern mind.

The leaves beside the trees rustle as the wind ruffles the lake. I take up my pen and write what you have just read.

638 total views, 1 views today