Sing the Song That Has Never Been Heard

"To sing the song that has never been heard. To write. And to live. Because we must find what we most need to say, most want to share with a world that's been waiting for the sweet rain that follows our feet."—Jim Warda

There is nothing quite as fragrant as the sharp, crisp scent of pine needles just after a summer storm. While this image cannot capture that sweet perfume, it does evoke much of the feeling. Fat, wet drops sparkle at the tips of aromatic pine needles in the newly-emerged sunlight. There they linger for the briefest moment before cascading to the forest floor. And I linger there to see them shine.—Sue Ivy