009: leaves

The leaves were singing again today, or so it seems. It is a shame that many have forgotten that the leaves are but the instrument for the wind's own breath, and that the spirits that surround us are the true performers. And yet, for all of our efforts, we are but humbled by the sounds of nature's own music, as no drum may ever be stricken to produce a thunderclap, nor any keys be pressed so lightly as to create a drop of rain.

Yet, it's difficult to find such subtle beauty, particularly when overzealous musicians blow away your roof.