Monday column: The symphony of the nature

Opinion Sunday 12/October/2025 21:08 PM
By: Saleh Al-Shaibany
Monday column: The symphony of the nature

I wanted to go to a place where a breeze sings a song and the wind blows verses of poetry in a valley of mysteries where time stands still.

After an hour of looking for the impossible, I stopped my car in a quiet place and away from prying eyes. It was in the middle of two rocky cliffs where vegetation grew in abundance near a flow of wadi water. I took my chair from the car and sat on a vintage position faced by a line of trees whose shade fell on wild flowers growing from the ground.

The amazing thing was that, just behind me, was a huge patch of sand, that reminded me that I was just yards away from the desert area. My discovery there was just pure chance, a piece of heaven in the middle of a dry area. Once I was there, I had to justify the trouble I went through to find the place.

So I had to create my own world of fantasy when the real world did not deliver what I wished for. I looked at the red flowers and saw their petals moving up and down like human hands. I waved back at them. The same puff of wind that wafted the bed of flowers, fanned my face and put me at ease.

Since there were no songs and poetry in the air, I thought of plugging my earphones to listen to music from my mobile phone. I quickly changed my mind when I was reaching for the earphones. What was the point of being in a place on earth, which dropped straight from paradise, for me to listen to squeaky violins and noisy guitars?

Instead, I stretched my legs and looked around letting the surrounding beauty calmed me down. The wind did play the silent symphony and the tree branches were dancing in a soundless note. It was an unseen melody creating the tunes in my soul and I deeply felt it. I fought the urge of getting up and dance the waltz with a banana tree standing just feet away from me.  

But I stayed firmly on the chair and looked up at the tallest branches of the trees. A few birds were flying over them. One of the birds, with bright blue and red feathers, came swooping down to the water to drink. More followed and soon they were about a dozen of them chirping noisily on the grass. Not only there was a symphony of wind in the air but a chorus of tweets, too.

There were no songs on top of the rocks but the cliffs had a story to tell as well. I noticed a steady trickle of water coming down on a crack all the way to the water pond down below. I wished I could go up there to find out the source of the water.

A few minutes later, my curiosity was answered when the clouds gathered up on the sky. I waited long enough until the showers started dripping down. The birds took a shelter in the trees but the grass happily soaked the water in. I also let the rain wet my clothes for a few minutes before leaving for my car.  

But the time I got home, I was thoroughly entertained by the silent chorus from the symphony of the peaceful nature.