A branch falls, a snare drum pop
Birds chat, a scattering of piccolos
The wind breathes, a soft voice
Leaves rustle, a rolling cymbal
A girl in a lawn chair, the audience… delighted
International Recording Artist and Storyteller
A branch falls, a snare drum pop
Birds chat, a scattering of piccolos
The wind breathes, a soft voice
Leaves rustle, a rolling cymbal
A girl in a lawn chair, the audience… delighted
Love it! Wish we could meet up in Corvallis and find the perfect place to hear all of the old sounds of nature that we grew up with. I would love to rake up a pile up leaves again and jump in them. Or relax under the trees as they swayed with the breeze. Miss our childhood shenanigans, and being surrounded by green and beauty.
Me too! I would jump in a pile of leaves with my dear sis any time, any day!
xoxo
A sweet poem to read on this gray day in Corvallis and if you two ever meet up inCorvallis will you look me up? Marion Whitney
I would love to! I always love your facebook posts, I feel honored you read mine!