Untamed Melody

The wind stepped up its pace through the trees, and leaves fought for choral supremacy with the music of the street. The stoic notes of mighty oaks commanded, by sheer supremacy of number and size, the eyes of all the neighbors on my block. A line of fledgling maples underscored their roar with trebled notes, when a sudden chill, mid shrill and rising harmony, chased everyone inside. I paused as riffs from needled-pines intensified and held my fine-tuned ear, just long enough to appreciate the subtlety in sounds I don't often take the time to hear.