@whispersofnature82: ✨ The moment you open your eyes, a brilliant morning chorus gifted by the fresh forest 🌿 Refreshingly start your day with the birdsong ringing under brilliant sunlight and the clear sounds of a valley stream. ➡️ Click the YouTube link in my profile for the full video! 🔗 #StreamSounds #BirdSong #DeepSleep #InsomniaCure #HealingSound #StudyMusic #시냇물소리 #새소리 #깊은잠

Michael Turner :

love that sound

Picúr :

Gyönyörű, nagyon jó hallgatni.

Estrella :

fantástico 🏙️🏙️pura salud

astridjordi :

🤩🌞👍👌 magnifique

Abu mashari🎖️ :

Desi y los gatos 🐱🐾 :

Zosia :

Yvonne :

💚

Julia Grönemeyer 🇩🇪 🧡 :

🥰🥰🥰

マティモト Yumi法国🇫🇷 :

The autumn wind and fine rain accompany my tears. Like lingering drizzle, rushing endlessly, violent storms, and memories in the midst of pain. Within these memories, birds sing deeply in the forest. I cannot resist their gentle and sorrowful songs. I would rather gaze at their distant silhouettes, longing for their deep singing, the desolation within sadness. I cannot resist their beauty, because their beauty cannot be replaced by words. I love this forest, and I love this land even more, because it has rewritten the chapters of history and the memories of those passing years. The gentle songs, the singing of little birds, and butterflies flying beneath the blazing sun, accompanied by flowers, are all covered away in an instant by the sound of the lingering autumn rain. Just like the language deep within our hearts, it is covered over in the same way. We can no longer sing our own songs sincerely. The outside world has become hypocritical, and we are no longer sincere. We can only express ourselves through writing, pouring out the language within our hearts to the nature where all things grow. Like little birds flying away into the forest.