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Mother Nature
Posted by J. Maida
Tonight I watched the sky turn purple and pink and mauve with the setting sun. I have a large front window and thus has become my nightly ritual. This evening was a gift from the Divine. My attention to the setting sun was broken by the cacophony of crows flying to the tops of tall trees. In foremation they fly from one tree to another. The racket is their song of freedom, their joy of flying, the bliss of being alive. I watched and listened to them, the beauty of their clamor broken by the sound of urban pollution. Perhaps they do not sing in joy, but in desperation for the loss of Nature.
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