There are some beautiful evergreen trees in my campus. Class ends early, and upon walking out of the building, I am swept by a cool breeze and bathed by the warmth of a spring sun.
It is different today. I hear something, something beautiful, and I wonder,
'Is it the ocean?'
'No, the closest distance to any shoreline is five kilometers.'
I look up. 'There, the wind and the tall trees swaying, they are singing.'
I listen close. The trees sing a song, "Stop. Listen. Breathe. Look at us, we are beautiful."
It is a forest symphony.
I stopped, I listened, I breathed, and I drank up all that I could. This is Nature's therapy and she soothed me to my bones, but I look down, and see that no one else has stopped.
I continue on my way. 'The trees will continue to sing, because some day, people will learn to listen.'
It is different today. I hear something, something beautiful, and I wonder,
'Is it the ocean?'
'No, the closest distance to any shoreline is five kilometers.'
I look up. 'There, the wind and the tall trees swaying, they are singing.'
I listen close. The trees sing a song, "Stop. Listen. Breathe. Look at us, we are beautiful."
It is a forest symphony.
I stopped, I listened, I breathed, and I drank up all that I could. This is Nature's therapy and she soothed me to my bones, but I look down, and see that no one else has stopped.
I continue on my way. 'The trees will continue to sing, because some day, people will learn to listen.'
