The rise and fall of notes are all
around us, and that is no mistake,
error, or accident. It was all plan
by God. Drifting in the air was
a mixture of moisture, pines, and
other earthly smells.
The sun was setting and the sky filled
with Mother Nature dressed in her finest
formal wear of warm colors
I was surrounding by trees as I
watched as twin falls dropped over
the edge into the grass colors pools below.
The music notes of the falls reminded
me of a trumpet , ending the day.
Silver fish about the size of an adults hand was
shimming in the dusk. Each seem to be playing
a child's game of follow the leader, as they flipped
out of the cool water as graceful as any ballerina.
As they plop back in they made a splashing sound,
that formed a rhyme, and beat of one, two ,three,
one two three.
The wind between the trees began to whistle a sorrowful
tune, as a woodpecker pounded a tree. An owl somewhere
off in the distance said, " Who, Who, Who!"
Another bird near-by , started singing in baritone, a
song like that of El Toreador. Soon the raise and fall
of crickets joined in. Then another baritone voice sounded
just like Elvis soon joined in, as a background singer,
a whitetail deer made a high pitch sound of a soprano somewhere in the darkness.
As a woman screamed, a bobcat had just join into the raise
and fall of the notes of nature.
Then somewhere near the falls there was a moaning sounds
and the pleasing sound of a motor as bears must of
discovered the fish.
The raise and fall of notes where in the forest that
night, singing every song , and with just a little
imagination you can hear it too.