Picture this, if you will....
You are enjoying a stroll, somewhere, in a park. It's a beautiful day...
As you walk past a tree, you hear a voice, music, sounds, and you pause to listen.
It's a poem. It's a story. It's amusing, it's romantic, it's wistful, it's funny. It's sad. It's beautiful.
It's just for you, and when you walk on, the poem fades away.
Whispering Trees
But no matter, there's another one around the corner.
take me there