I am me

I went hiking a few days ago with my partner. It was something we needed to do — to reconnect with that primitive heart beat of nature.
The begining of the trail was silent as if the animals quieted because they knew we were intruders. I think it’s odd to go into a green forest and only hear the wind rustle the pine-needle’s and leaves. Further up the trail, however, is where the birds sat chirping their song in a full range of notes as opposed to the birds downtown that forego certain tunes because they can’t compete with the music of the civilized world.
And it makes me wonder what music in me is hampered by the civilized world that I would find such respite elsewhere.