Voice of Mother Nature

I happened to find a few old photos at my parents’ house last month. I can’t believe some of those old friends have changed so much now. There was one particular picture taken in front of the chapel; and S and I were wearing formal clothes. It seemed to me that I still could feel the warmth of the sun and breeze of that balmy Sunday afternoon…

I went to a little concert held by a group of aborigines last weekend. Many of those musicians are from my hometown, Taidong. I felt overwhelmed by their voice, the one from Mother Nature. Funny to say, when I was little, I was always regarded as aborigine because of my large eyes. My mom told me when she took me to the clinic, doctors or nurses usually asked mother whether my father was an aborigine.

During my teenage days, I did make some really good aboriginal friends. I envied how well they could sing and dance. It’s definitely a talent and a gift from God. The purity of their voice reminded me of that pristine, desolate and tranquil land of my youth. I hope it will be preserved and not get polluted too much in the future.
My heart and mind were once again being touched when voice of Mother Nature cast its magic on a beautiful Saturday last week; and I will never forget that wonderful event…Next time, if there is another similar concert, I’m going to attend, too!