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.