When the wind blows through the trees it is almost as if they are whispering, as if they are trying to tell us of their past and what they have seen, or are greving for fellow trees that have fallen. It is such a natural sound, and is one of my favorite parts about being in the...
I like hearing wind blow through the leaves of trees.
It has a unique sound that is conditional and temporary. It is usually pleasant and relaxing, but when the wind starts blowing the trees so hard that they bend over you know a bad storm is not far behind.
I also like to be...
just shared this with a new friend the other day (before I knew about this group). Figured some of you might appreciate it:
"Sitting in the hot tub early this morning. It was still dark other than the moonlight. Parker dog sitting on the steps of the hot tub, head up sniffing...
I love looking out my window and watching the leaves in the wind, hearing the sounds. I want to go out and run in the wind; I can't because I'm sick right now. Years ago, when I was younger, I would have been angry to be sick on a windy day, a day so perfect for running in the...
Yes,I do love the sound of the wind through trees,it's very appealing.The sound of wind can give rise to many different emotions...it can create delight,it can make you comfortable,create happy and loving feelings.To me is so musical.Whenever I hear the sound of wind blow I can...
I love the sound of the wind through the trees. To me, it sounds like Angels are whispering. It is calming because when I go for my walk/talks with God, I get answers that either seem to just "pop" into my mind (direct Godspeak) or whispers through the trees (when God wants...
and howling through the trees
In the spring when storms bring rain
Clouds race across the sky
I love being in the mountains in spring
Hiking up to see a roaring waterfall
Finding a spot to sit and rest
I close my eyes and I listen
Hearing the leaves rustling in the wind
The sound of wind through the tree's - it is the trees whispering their truths
the sun's glint on rain splashed leaves - it is natures smile
recently I walked the boundary of a cane field to hear that song only a cane field can sing when the wind rolls through fields bending and...
.. to the wave of the wind approaching.
Walking about the woods making
the trees one by one tremble and sway.
Giving breath to each and every leaf
as it passes by.
It is getting closer now
I feel the first brush against my face.
It grabs my hair and strands dance about.
Have you ever camped in the mountains
Have you ever just sat and listened
What do you hear, listen closely
Close your eyes and just listen
First you hear the wind but wait
There are other sounds all around
Do you hear the trees rubbing together
The leaves rustling...
from my verandah i am watching this amazing storm, the trees are dancing wildly in the wind and the rain pours down on my tin roof. A glimpse of the sun appears through the clouds, then boom!another thunderbolt lights up the sky!My old dog is not amused , she paces the floor and...
I too came to recognise and love the trees under whose boughs and branches I dwelt for what seemed many many years, their leaves and limbs caught and combed the air whether she was gently sighing, or madly dashing. The day could be calm and still, yet the restless aspen always...
skipping school of course, I hid there and the quietness of the winds dancing with the trees, leaves rustling and falling one at a time. It was a very peaceful and awesome place to be at. Until you know before I got caught by my grandmother of course. Eek. Memories.
...and the sound of the wind thru the ponderosa pines was new to me... the long pine needles gave off a sound almost like a fan. To begin with, I wondered if it was a fan, because it was so loud, and the sound so steady.
I grew up in the rainforests of SW BC...
up from within. There's a poem about the wind I heard recently I wanted to share:
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...
No rain nor storm can bother me. Actually, every time it rains, I am outside. I am there. I just sit, getting soaked. I don't care if there is lightning or thunder. I don't care if the wind is strong. It is just a storm, and I love storms. Storms wash me clean and lift my dreams...
The ebb and flow of the wind
Like ocean waves as it
Rustled the leaves
My favorite memory was by a stream
Lined by towering Cottonwood trees
The combination of babbling water
And whispering foliage...
Eased my mind
Soothed my soul
Wrapped my heart in...
I am 5 years old again on the day the social workers brought me and my little brother to my grandmothers house to live, temporarily. My mom had not been sending me to school for most of my first year, thus resulting in the first of many relinquished custody "placements". This...
and all thenl ancient souls colliding together in harmony in a sound that seems music to our ears.I speak from my soul with this force asking and wondering about what really matters in life,humbly asking for strengh and bringing me "words" from my love.
country village. After we moved to the nearest town I would occasionally catch the bus to what I still saw as home to visit a friend , catching the 10 pm bus back . I would walk along the road away from the village and wait at a bus stop . Pitch dark , especially in winter , I...