Clouds drape the distant treetops. Sunlight punctures the sky with streams of gold. Flags flap in the breeze as birds flitter to and fro. Squirrels perform on their treetop trapezes. A red cardinal zips by as the blue plumage of a jay nestles into the undergrowth. A crested woodpecker hammers into a dead branch. Chickadees peep through the dense foliage, echoing each other in a cheery tone. A hawk slips overhead, sending the congregation into a collective panic.
A heron labors into the air with heavy strokes and beats down the river. Ducks race each other across the horizon with tremendous speed, jockeying for position closest to a fleeing female. Nature’s chorus hums near and far, creating a spectacularly intricate symphony. Winter’s plot to strangle the life out of the scene has been foiled by featherweight fighters. Signs of a healthy ecosystem saturate the landscape.
What a boring setting the world would be without nature’s creatures. Organic boredom. Awe-inspiring beauty without a cast. Luckily, the playwright has gifted us with an array of talented and diverse characters; all of which play their role with a necessary exactness allowing for a fluid evolution. What a beautiful and perfect creation which we have been gifted the chance to experience.
