The last rays of the sun fading into the western sky. Ripples of water trembling and dancing over my exposed feet. Dancing to a melody constructed and conducted by the wind in the reeds and the tired birds calling their spouses home after long days of work. Crickets chirping. Sipping the notes like children to honey suckles and giggling as the fireflies flash and run through the sky like drunken whores.
A concert of wolves, singing in the distance. Mourning and serenading the voluptious moon. The world around me creates music more beauitufl than any song you'll hear blastting on the radio or any melody you'll strum on your guitar.
A pure substance created by the "mighty" God himself.
