The Singing of Summer

The tweeting of a bird....no, not that blue icon for the platform geared and driven by hate, racism, and fake news. The bird is found in the forest, high above the world in the mountains, high up in the trees of strong and glorious pines or soft and swaying maples. Lilacs and daisies prance their dance and sing with the bird ever so softly as the movements of the wind bring to them a sound of pure joy and ecstasy. Such peaceful bliss I find in the summertime mountains. Such resounding and infinite bliss, such erotic spiritual awakening I find within myself, pleasuring not my flesh but the very core of my soul. Published are the works of many a great poet, storyteller, artist, musician but the greatest song to never be recorded in it's full beauty is truly the song that nature sings as winter fades, spring germinates the seeds of life, and summer resurrects the dead hope that we have lost in the cold months before. The song of the bird starts this melody and begins the great concerto of summer, but it is only the opening voice of this sweet lyrical hymn of Summer.

The whisper and gurgle of a creek....no, not the muddy and polluted creeks of cities with their needles, trash and oil. The pristine lake that is kissed by the tender lips of mother nature, and not human contact. It flows, and it rages, but in the chaos of a million water drops cascading and careening over the cliff to cause a cacophony of noise and yells from below...in this mighty roar we hear a the pounding of drums and the sounding of basses to combine with the sweet flute of the little bird. The song is released as winter releases her tight grip on the waters and the ice cracks....yes even this pure and solid crystal ice adds to the song as it introduces the second movement of natures concerto, snaps and crackles that when one hears it they know that the song is building and growing and crashing towards a crescendo. This creek, unadulterated by the folly of man runs deep into the mountains, and the bird follows the sound to ever add to this glorious song.

And we must not forget the grandeur of the trees themselves, the trees that give nest to our friendly little bird who sings her song for the weary soul. The great pines, firs, maples, aspens, and birch....these mighty giants that stand above the rest of the creatures of the earth. These trees are heard through the winter groaning and aching with the weight of the snow, cracking bones are their branches in the harsh winds of the frosty months of isolation and solitude. Yet here in the summer, here in the bright and glorious sun of summer, we hear the leaves yawn as they come out of their buds, and as they reach towards the sun to feed them. The gentle breeze that blows through the forest as we listen to this song brings notes of rustling and of pride for the trees, pride that they withstood the cold winter and can now add the most peaceful sounds to our Song of Summer. These rustlings of the foliage will leave us with an inner peace that surpasses what we may have thought was possible, and give to us a deeper understanding of who we are and how we fit into the grand universe around us.

All of these sounds and all of these noises that the ear catches come together for the grandest concert, the magnus opus, of the musical world. For as hard as one might try never can any musician perfectly capture the sounds that are heard deep in the mountains as summer approaches, a song that is both deafening when listened to intently, yet peaceful as you go on your way strolling through the hills and peaks of ancient masses of granite, basalt, rocks of various colors and dirt so rich you can smell the life that comes from it. LISTEN! Listen to the song before it is too late. I do not mean too late as in before summer fades and winter takes hold again, for those fade again into the song of summer as they should in their due time. What I mean is you must listen to the song and take it in before all the noise and impure tones of the modern world sink their teeth into mother nature, the great maestro of this orchestra, and end the song of summer and all seasons, once and for all. Be inspired to take action and do what you can to save this precious musical performance, and if you cannot, simply go away, listen to the song, and tell the stories of the greatest melody the world has ever, and will ever, be graced with.