i was at this performance...no, interpretation...of this magnificent piece. i come back to it from time to time...sometimes when i feel lost, i know i am always right where i need to be. a reminder to find rest in the wilderness✨️🌱
Another glorious day, the air as delicious To the lungs as nectar to the tongue The day was full of sparkling sunshine And at the same time enlivened with one of The most bracing wind storms The mountain winds bless the forests with love They touch every tree, not one is forgotten When the storm began to sound I pushed out into the woods to enjoy it I should climb one of the trees for a wider look The sounds of the storm were glorious with Wild exuberance of light and motion Bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round In this wild sea of pines The storm-tones died away, and turning toward the east I beheld the trees, hushed and tranquil The setting sun filled them with amber light, and seemed to say “Come to the woods, for here is rest.”
i was at this performance...no, interpretation...of this magnificent piece. i come back to it from time to time...sometimes when i feel lost, i know i am always right where i need to be. a reminder to find rest in the wilderness✨️🌱
Just gorgeous. Thank you so much for this sensitive, musical, and inspired performance!
Jake Runestad it's easy when the music is so beautiful! Absolutely amazing composition. I was moved to tears.
I LOVE THIS!
Beautiful performance. Beautiful music.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious
To the lungs as nectar to the tongue
The day was full of sparkling sunshine
And at the same time enlivened with one of
The most bracing wind storms
The mountain winds bless the forests with love
They touch every tree, not one is forgotten
When the storm began to sound
I pushed out into the woods to enjoy it
I should climb one of the trees for a wider look
The sounds of the storm were glorious with
Wild exuberance of light and motion
Bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round
In this wild sea of pines
The storm-tones died away, and turning toward the east
I beheld the trees, hushed and tranquil
The setting sun filled them with amber light, and seemed to say
“Come to the woods, for here is rest.”