What if trees grew violins?

A forest would be an army of strings,

and the birds would have competition.

Walks in the woods would be somber no longer,

but instead natural symphonies.

The oaks and maples would opt for Vivaldi’s Four Seasons to play year round,

while the birch and poplars would pine for Bach’s masterpieces to trill in the air.

Instead of falling in the autumn chill, leaves would dance to Rossini’s Thieving Magpie.

Instead of crashing into the earth on a stormy day, raindrops would leap and bounce along with Tchaikovsky.

Rivers and brooks would hum along,

the frogs would provide the bass

and all the other creatures would howl and screech and sing to Beethoven.

If tress grew violins, then ferns would grow flutes,

and every gentle breeze would stir up the quiver of the bows and the melodies of the winds.

You could hold your own epic adventures to themes among the leaves,

and the harmonies of the timbers would soothe your soul.

If trees grew violins,

the forest would be my solace, my comfort, my thrill,

and I would lie among the flowers and the grass and simply

Listen.