Savanna

Savanna

I must say that for me there is no better place to write then in nature, to hear the wind and the leaves dancing, small insect happily wondering their territory. So a fallen great is a perfect place to sit and rest. Solitude is always available among the trees they seem to offer their support. I settle my heart comfortably; with eyes closed I thank the sun for his warmth.

The forest begins to sing to me a symphony well known to the natives. I filter out the manmade machine fanning in the distance, to enjoy today’s masterpiece. Inviting fresh air into my lungs I am content for my time with nature, my hair moving with the wind. The melody of the forest is near and I am here to listen to their songs… The cicada suddenly begins a perfect crescendo and all is lost to their lyrics the wind like a perfect metronome keeping time. A Blue Jay calls in like a tambourine striking a perfect note.

The sound of an airplane takes me away from my song to distant travels to warm far away places. Little insects seem to have found me and are enjoying my presence. So long as it is not a spider which usually not their fault they were created so crawly. I cannot even imagine one on me.

The smell of green is always the best antidote for peace and serenity, especially when there is so much abundant warm fresh air. Savanna was a perfect retreat for today.