While looking around the outside grounds of the Kremlin, Moscow, in September 2009 I was
quite mesmerised by the beautiful shimmering leaves of trees which seemed to shimmer in the
breeze as the wind whistled through them. It was so quiet and almost uncanny, as the guide was leading
a group around the premises and giving a talk about the place. The leaves in the trees were so noticeable
and I so clearly remember as though it was a message, brought by the wind and on the leaves.
On the Gold Coast in a park the other day I noticed how beautiful the tops of the trees were
swaying gently in the breeze with the sunlight glinting on their tops and shining brilliantly on the sunlit
leaves against a vivid blue sky. It is quite cold out of the sunlight
at the moment on the Gold Coast but brilliant in the sunshine.
I will send some pictures of the brilliance of the autumn colours on the Gold Coast in autumn, however,
at present I am on a public computer.
A beautiful rendering of a song about listening to the wind is by Hayley Westenra from The New World :