"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." ~ ~ ~ John Muir

Friday, January 14, 2011

Our Blue, Singing Mother

As the Earth spins on her axis, the Sun is continually appearing along an arc from north to south. As the Sun rises above the horizon, the birds awaken and begin singing. If we could move out into space and had the ears to hear, we would hear her music as she spins, a constant chorus of birdsong, forever greeting the coming of the Sun.

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