Music in the wind

Ava sat there and very still.

The wind moved in circles around her and whistled as he reached the heights of the trees.

It chimed in rhythms that only the hierarchy of nature could construct.

'Listen,' she whisphered.

You only have to LISTEN, she thought.

The music was all around and it gathered in momentum and slowed down. It picked up again as the wind skipped across the water and it struck a branch, it danced down the road and beat through the bush. The orchestra was in full motion and the music transcended everything.

Every chord, each note, all of the beats... were there.

The wind in his element and directing the course of the stage.

And someone was laughing, he was really laughing.

Yes He was laughing out loud.

The music belonged to Him.