It's right where you are..!

Many years ago while walking through a village I suddenly stopped and held the arm of friend who was walking alongside, "Listen!" I said and we both stopped and listened. I saw his face grow from curiosity to enlightenment, "Isn't it beautiful!" I whispered and he nodded.
It was the sound of the wind gently rustling the leaves of a tree. There were many trees in that village and as we walked there was not a word between us as the breeze played with the leaves and created an atmosphere so divine I thought I was in heaven.
"This is where I'd like to live!" I told my friend, and he nodded, "a place where no radio or music system will ever have to compete for my attention as I listen day and night to such heavenly melody.
"Music of the gods!" said my friend and I nodded.
That was many moons ago, and like many other friendships we didn't meet for years, but kept in touch, till one day I heard he was in town.
"Where are you staying?" he asked me over the phone.
"Same place," I said, "but why d'you ask?"
"Thought you must have shifted to that place beneath the trees."
"Not with what a writer makes!" I said sadly, "but come over!"
He came over one morning and I asked him whether he'd mind reading for awhile till I completed my writing, he nodded and I went into my study to finish my column for the day.
"Put some music for him," I told my maid a little later.
"He doesn't want any," she said looking at me strangely, "he's just sitting sort of still! Is he okay?"
I finished writing and went over to where he sat, he hardly noticed me as I sat down. "Hey!" I said.
"Ssssshhhh!" he whispered, "Isn't it beautiful?"
"What?" I asked.
"Listen," he said.
I sat still and listened and slowly heard the most beautiful music coming through my own window into my own room; it was the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees.
"You had it right here!" he said.
"And I didn't know," I said, and then we both went sort of quiet as another gust of wind brought in the symphony outside. It needed someone else to show me that what I longed for; dreamt of and was my retirement plan was right here, besides me. I smile as I write this piece because just outside I hear the leaves laughing joyously at me for listening to something I'd been deaf to hear, 'Ah diamonds! They lie right where you are..!'
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Its right where you are..!

Many years ago while walking through a village I suddenly stopped and held the arm of friend who was walking alongside, Listen! I said and we both stopped and listened. I saw his face grow from curiosity to enlightenment, Isnt it beautiful! I whispered and he nodded. It was the sound of the wind gently rustling the leaves of a tree. There were many trees in that village and as we walked there was not a word between us as the breeze played with the leaves and created an atmosphere so divine I thought I was in heaven. This is where Id like to live! I told my friend, and he nodded, a place where no radio or music system will ever have to compete for my attention as I listen day and night to such heavenly melody. Music of the gods! said my friend and I nodded. That was many moons ago, and like many other friendships we didnt meet for years, but kept in touch, till one day I heard he was in town. Where are you staying? he asked me over the phone. Same place, I said, but why dyou ask? Thought you must have shifted to that place beneath the trees. Not with what a writer makes! I said sadly, but come over! He came over one morning and I asked him whether hed mind reading for awhile till I completed my writing, he nodded and I went into my study to finish my column for the day. Put some music for him, I told my maid a little later. He doesnt want any, she said looking at me strangely, hes just sitting sort of still! Is he okay? I finished writing and went over to where he sat, he hardly noticed me as I sat down. Hey! I said. Ssssshhhh! he whispered, Isnt it beautiful? What? I asked. Listen, he said. I sat still and listened and slowly heard the most beautiful music coming through my own window into my own room; it was the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees. You had it right here! he said. And I didnt know, I said, and then we both went sort of quiet as another gust of wind brought in the symphony outside. It needed someone else to show me that what I longed for; dreamt of and was my retirement plan was right here, besides me. I smile as I write this piece because just outside I hear the leaves laughing joyously at me for listening to something Id been deaf to hear, Ah diamonds! They lie right where you are..! [email protected]