There is a quiet place I know, where nature sings to me the music of the mountains, the trees and nearby stream~ a place where the deer and wild turkey feel at home among the whispering dells and grass, and the little chipmunks scamper and play~ the night sky is lit up with stars so brilliant that you feel like you can reach out and touch them~ and if you listen very closely you can hear the Owl calling to its mate across the mountain tops~

It is not too far away, and yet it sometimes seems a place removed from daily life, a distant dream of time, space and solitude~ so alive and busy each moment of the day and night~ I stop and gaze with the wonder of it all~ I am amazed to see the water that makes its way down from the mountains, and over eons of time cuts deep into the earth making its way eventually to the sea~ 

I have been lost all my life in city streets, in traffic swift and loud, where sirens scream and natures voice is drowned out by the crowd. But all is not lost, come with me, spend a moment in time just to hear the song of the wind coming down the hollow. Listen as it touches each tree, makes a turn here and there, then sweeps by with its kiss~

So I go to seek that special place where I become part of natures song, one with its magnificence, and hold it close to my heart~ that quiet place Ive found in the Valley between two Mountains.

Come with me my friend, let me share it with you ~ I call it, Wind Song Farm