Leaves, darkness and the sameness of the unique.
H ave you taken a walk through the forest at night? Leaves blowing in the dark sound different than leaves blowing in the light... it is a sound without a purpose, a sound not connected to a dream, one which is sheer music but without a score or a melody; it is the sound of raw life, mysterious and bold, the sound of Nature's rustling laughter. Come with me to the forest tonight lets love...and listen... and smile... knowing it will never be like this again even though its always been the same. Sign in to see full entry.