A Nature's Path

(c) nature thoughts nw Autumnal Morning I sat one morning listening to the singing of birds the other day, they sang in the distance, a song I knew very well, but the words escape me as I sat attentively listening, to them chirping to a tune they knew only too well. The song of searching for a time when they could sing together about the countries they've seen, about the food they've tasted.  It didn't matter where it was, as long as it was a place where the season didn't change to cold. They sang a song of longing and they sang and they sang. I didn't know of what but they knew and they sang. Was it of melancholy or was it of countries they wanted to go to? Again I didn't know the answer, only they knew and they sang a song they had sung a million times over of places they'd travelled to and of those they hoped to see.  It didn't matter where they went, it didn't seem to stir them, for they sang and they sang on this mild    ...

When a National Park appeals to the public in different countries you know it's worth visiting. Time and season for the years go with time when the seasons change, as we will  with our views of the seasons as the climate changes, and by autumn  next year the changes will be more noticeable, as time goes  and each day life flows by like a cat in the night. (c) nature thoughts nw When you see the Yosemite National Park sticker on someone's suitcase outside of the States, that says 'success'! Photo credit:  http://www.wildcatsanctuary.org/if-white-tigers-are-rare-why-are-there-so-many-at-the-wildcat-sanctuary/