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The solitude of Nature I love listening to the musical notes played by nature in the midst of a forest during a sunny afternoon, lying in a secluded glen, sunshine streaming through the green ceiling above an intricate lace created by tree limbs and leaves. I love sharing the solitude of Nature, the incredible aspect of it all. When in the midst of Mother Nature, the solitude is like a blanket gathering me in her arms and if I listen closely I can hear the whispering of magical tales. I close my eyes, my soul frees itself from my body and expands, becoming part of nature. Where is this solitude? Listen to the stream rushing gently over rocks, a leaf fluttering from a branch overhead, the steady tapping on a tree of a woodpecker, the many sounds and motions of the undergrowth, the inquisitive squirrels chattering while jumping from tree to tree. I’m never alone when surrounded by Nature. |
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