While Trees Sing

Air quivers with a shallow hum of an ancient rhythm. Patience is being held as the waves of noise grow louder, causing the grass to sway slightly. Spotted pelts of young fawns wait in hidden fields, twitching nervously for oncoming dangers. Branches are heavy with flocks of feathers but silent of calls of love and the freedom of the sky. Blood stained muzzles gaze up to the sky with wild hearts, holding back the call of the hunt. Poise, a snake strikes out to catch the snag foot of a straying hare in viscous grace. The moment the last breath has been made by the soul of the hare, the humming increases with an echoing crack of angry dry thunder.

Wind rakes through hearts of trees, sweeping along the chorus of unknown voices.