Monster_Hunter
01-18-14, 12:30 AM
The singing. A sound echoing through the valleys and hills in perfect accompaniment to its natural beauty. A swallow flying in the breeze whistling a tune to counter the blessed singing. The song bird vanishes into the distance and the sound remains, like a harp hitting the perfect note for every perfect moment. A man walking on a trail near a base of a grassy hill stops to listen to the music. "Where is this singing coming from, I have never heard something the beautiful?" the man says to the wind. He recovers his momentum and continues on his way, now trying to whistle the tune.
The sun no rising over the top of the hills, the golden light touching the hair of a man sleeping against one of the scattered trees in the valley. The sunshine slowly creeps down his face inch by inch, when it crests over his hood and reaches his eyelids it wakes him from his light slumber. He yawns and stretches his arms well over his head. And as he fully becomes aware of his conciseness he hears it.
The singing, touching his ears and bringing a long since forgotten feeling of peace. "What..." he pauses " is that sound?" he says as he brings himself to his feet one arm against the tree. He tries to examine the area and look for the origin of the sound. Now he began to walk up one of the hills near him and the singing grew louder. Step by step he climes the hill and step by step he can hear the sound louder and louder. " This singing, where is it?" he thinks to himself. As he reaches the top of the hill he can see many more hills surrounding him. Then he saw it, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. A women standing on an adjacent hill top, the sun against her back shadowing he face from the man. "This is not like me." he thinks as he cannot keep from staring at the strange woman.
The singing. "I love it." he says under his breath.
The sun no rising over the top of the hills, the golden light touching the hair of a man sleeping against one of the scattered trees in the valley. The sunshine slowly creeps down his face inch by inch, when it crests over his hood and reaches his eyelids it wakes him from his light slumber. He yawns and stretches his arms well over his head. And as he fully becomes aware of his conciseness he hears it.
The singing, touching his ears and bringing a long since forgotten feeling of peace. "What..." he pauses " is that sound?" he says as he brings himself to his feet one arm against the tree. He tries to examine the area and look for the origin of the sound. Now he began to walk up one of the hills near him and the singing grew louder. Step by step he climes the hill and step by step he can hear the sound louder and louder. " This singing, where is it?" he thinks to himself. As he reaches the top of the hill he can see many more hills surrounding him. Then he saw it, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. A women standing on an adjacent hill top, the sun against her back shadowing he face from the man. "This is not like me." he thinks as he cannot keep from staring at the strange woman.
The singing. "I love it." he says under his breath.