Rhythm and dance evolves slowly when a sapling breaks the earth ~ sprouting and growing, leafing out and fruiting until the fall when gilded leaves fall from trees dancing a last tango to the earth, trees large and small ready to rest only disturbed by winds, rains and snows that desperately try to awaken them from their frozen sleep.
Rhythm and dance begins in the plant world ~
without brass instruments or black notes on a page
but stately or gnarled trees ~ instruments that stand quietly
while the wind fingers whistling notes through awkward branches
no lyrics but the haunting and haunted whistles
that sound intense or forlorn and always the lovely soft brushing sounds of spring and summer trees that like brushes caressing a snare drum ~ are the rhythms and dance of our world.
“I enjoy many types of music, but to my ears,
there’s none more soothing or calming than the music
a tree makes as wind passes through its leaves.”
~ Laurie Buchanan, PhD
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