Collage by Lunaea Weatherstone

4 of Earth

An emperor is shown against a background of treasure, holding a nightingale on one hand and a jeweled mechanical bird on the other. A tear drops from his eye as he listens to the natural birdsong, which all his wealth could not buy. No amount of worldly success can replace the soul connection to the natural world... for the bird sings not by command, but from its own joy in singing. The emperor's mistake was in trying to capture and own the ethereal bliss he felt at hearing the bird's music.

Release, release, sings the nightingale, and my joy will be yours...

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