The Wind is Playing the Trees Tonight
It starts with a low moan then picks up to a wailing whine. Suddenly a swift gust comes near, whistling and flapping. Every tree has its own voice. In the distance together they make a bass oak hum. As the wind strengthens the hum grows to a lion’s roar. The nearer trees, the hawthorn and hazel, sing like tenors, their notes rising with the strong breeze, falling as the wind pauses. Some of closest trees, like that splendid eucalyptus, are soloists, their individual timbre an
