winds are angels' fingers and trees strings of the heavenly harp. if you care to listen , you'd hear music and messages from above.
thunders are the percussion, birds piccolos...yap, there's a whole orchestra out there, in the forests, on the prarie, up in the mountain, down in the valley...
in the city there is the tuneless collection of noises which they call experimental music. that is music? god forbid.
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