Nature's Symphony
Trees sang, their notes the whisper of a gentle breeze easing through branches and leaves. The stream, not to be left out, answered with its own distinctive voice, tumbling over rocks, sometimes soft, sometimes loud. Both thrilled to the lilting birdsong raised in joy at the dawning of a new day. Nature’s symphony—the first—the last—the most beautiful of all.
This story and its images came about as a result of an accidental prompt from my friend Laura. She commented on my story “Harmony” with the words “The wind in the trees, the stream flowing by as it tumbles over rocks, the bird song. Nature's symphony, the first, the most beautiful of all ❤️.”
I took her comment (with her permission), heart and all, and plugged it into Midjourney. Then I wrote the very short story “Nature’s Symphony.” Thank you, Laura, for the inadvertent prompt and your permission to use it.
If you missed “Harmony,” you can read it by following the link.
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I loved waking up to this in my inbox. Our neighbors are doing major renovations, so instead of getting nature's symphony in the morning, we are getting a human and mechanical cacophony. I'm sure they will be done soon.
Dana, you make my heart so glad with your reflections, your deep love of our battered world, and of the written word. Thank you from the depths of my heart. You are amazing.