Hey this is a fic I received a lot of good reviews from friends and family about. I hope you like it. Skcitt

Music of the Woods

The leaves of the trees rustled in the wind. The birds sang quietly in their nests. The streams and Brooks echoed quietly their forever-ending rhythm. The crickets played their beautiful songs in unison. The fireflies danced their dance of eternity as they gently led the woods from night into day. A figure moved slowly through the woods: following a path he seemed to have woven into his head. As he led each foot in rhythm a small circular object around his neck swung gently back and forth.

As he reached his destination, which was a small clearing with a tree stump perfect for sitting, he sat down and picked up the object around his neck. He positioned his fingers a special way and took a breath. His lips curled gently as he lightly pressed them against the object and began to play. A stream of beautiful notes and chords flowed out of the object. It matched the perfect rhythm of nature. Each beat each sound portrayed perfectly the song of the birds, the rhythm of the brooks, and the rustle of the leaves. Everything flowed in perfect harmony.

Three travelers camping in the woods heard this music. One female with tanned skin and blue eyes said. "Do you hear that- that music?" A boy dressed in orange then replied… "Yes, it is the beautiful music of the woods."

Well I hoped you liked it. Here I put a couple notes from my friends and family. Skcitt.

"10 out of 10, amazing" NY Times (not really from NY Times)

O.K. Fine nice story.

A great story well told (written) A+

Thanks for sharing

Great story I enjoyed reading it.

(This is my shortest story ever written so when I gave it to my teacher she said "What only a page and a half is there something wrong?" I thought it was funny.)Skcitt