The rustle of leafless branches after sunset sound like whispers on the wind… haunting… melodic…. enchanting.
Listen closely to those whispers; focus with intent. Sometimes they carry a message. Listen to the message. Listen to the tone.
Not everything is black and white…
(Posted in part in response to Debbie’s open invitation to a Seven Day Challenge)
There is misic in everything that Nature does.
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There is indeed, Beverly. The natural rhythm.
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I will listen!
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And enjoy, Jodi! 😀
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Very true Tom! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin.
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Whispers in the breeze and the rustle of leaves, bat’s wings and the middle note of the mosquitoe’s buzz all talk to us 🙂
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That they do, Raili.
We don’t always listen to them, but they do try their hardest! 😀
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