It's loud in the city were all the hit music blast,but in the forest you may hear the course.
When you close your eyes you'll be surprised when you hear the drums rolling.The water fall beats to its tempo.Then the voices of the song bird flowing in the wind then whimsically bewitching the trees to clap.The crickets chirping to the night sonada adding to its verses as the time passes.
But it all starts to fade when you wake again the music of the pure falls fast as city life over takes the feeling and sound as you sit on the rock yearning for the taste of the pure.As tears flow your grieving face as the water fall did.Every sigh as the wind that carried joy and the pure only to have trees clap to the rhythm.
