Special Nature

There is music in the wind it blows so softly and sweet; humming at the top of the hills and all the trees swing to it There is beauty in the water when it flows from the mountains to the valley splashing on its path from boulder to boulder, reflecting the sun like a flawless ruby There is beauty in the morning; the fog hangs in the air like incense burning drops of dew hang from the leaves and sparkle like diamonds set in eaves There is music in the evening the sounds of roosting birds fill the evening and in the sky, just over the horizon, a yolk-colored sun hastes to its place of dwelling