Shepherd Farm

In the pre-dawn hours on a spring morning, there is a beautiful symphony of sounds that I hear when my mind is quiet enough to listen.

Even before the sun comes up, nature has begun to speak.  So many birds are singing on these crisp spring mornings.  There are the high-pitched tones, the slow deeper rythmic calls, the intermittant chirps and buzzes.  The horses join in the music with their footsteps, their snorts and their soft munching on the grass or hay.

The wind often plays a part in the music  – causing the tree branches to creak or new spring leaves to rustle.   A cat will occasionally walk by and the pack of dogs in the house will contribute to nature’s peaceful song with their own barks and howls.

Some days, I hear the symphony in every detail, every phrase and transition.  Other days, I am deaf to it all, my mind racing with the pressures of the day ahead and with loud thoughts that drown out the music.  Thankfully, this morning I was present in nature and heard the beautiful pieces of music.