Chimes

Enjoy the music of the world—crickets, wind, children and all the sounds that make life here on earth so rich.

~Candy Paull~

Wind sings a song of its own;

There is the percussion shimmer of dry leaves,

The whoosh of pine like the swoosh of cymbals,

I hear the clarinet hum—wind wuthering around the walls

The flutey note when a gust crosses the chimney pipe!

Wind clatters and shatters the silence with a rat-a-tat-tat 

A snare drum playing a branch against the roof.

Wind cries like a soprano in pitches our ears can barely find

Washes over grasses with deep tones of bass.

Wind, sing, but still play this little set of chimes for me

I love the music you help them make.