The wind whistles through the trees 
like an orchestra tuning instruments
the sound gets louder by the minute
Almost to a deafening sound.
Bird nests surviving the wind
nestled tightly on branches
the only protection being the parent
For the vulnerable chicks.
As the wind fades the sounds dull
everything is at peace
as dawn breaks
The morning dew is welcomed
By wakening wildlife.
Rustles in the bushes
foraging for food
from an endless supply
of vegetation
so everything can survive
In a World of dog-eat-dog.

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William Sinclair Manson
Welcome friends. My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.

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