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.
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.