Noises

          The clouds move across the sky much faster than normal. Brown and green leaves rustle in the treetops, as the wind whistles throughout the sky. Some of the leaves fall, while others rustle.  

          The wind whistles and it reminds me of the playing of a harmonica. The wind constantly changes pitches,  sometimes sounding like a squealing cat. Coming and going in waves, it rushes through the sky, around every tree and obstacle. Not only can I hear the wind, but I can also feel its presence.

          The rustling leaves are a direct result of the wind. They imitate the steady riff of an acoustic guitar. The guitar, like the harmonica, is sporadic. The leaves crackle, shake, and stir, giving life to the song. Their motion is never-ending. I can hear their presence. The guitar strings are scraped and plucked.

          The two instruments are each other’s counterparts. They unite to create the song of nature.  This would not be possible with just one of the instruments:   guitar and harmonica  together, creating one unified piece of music.

         The calming music flows through one ear, and out the other. I find myself humming along to the beat. 

~ Henry Hartmann