The harmony

She rested under a tree. Her long tread through the woods had drained her out. Sitting there and admiring the surroundings…she identified a strange harmony. Harmony between the chirping birds, the deer munching some grass, the mule quenching its thirst from the stream of water, the langur jumping off and exhibiting its acrobatics….The gurgling sound of the stream of water…the sun wading its way through the majestic mountains….stealthily piercing through the dense forest…the vivacious aura and the melancholy….each creature, each inanimate, dependent yet feeling worthy…Ever felt the same?