‘Transfixed by the music in the trees’

11^th February 2020

At the top of the hill I paused in the scrubby copse; then sat and just listened to the rhythmic, lilting song being sung by the wind in the trees, with percussive accompaniment from the calls of blackbirds and the branches drumming against one another. In the end, I sat until it was dark, so beautiful was the ethereal music.

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