The leaves whistle a gentle tune.
The light peering through their greenly gaps
Through the interlocking branches, a river expands into view
Rushing water crashing and turning, swelling and rippling
Birds sipping and frogs echoing their ribbiting
Along the riverbed the toads rest on the rocks
Oh the croaks! Oh the chirping!
A frequent visitor walks on by with flowers and such
in a lovely knitted basket, held tight
Oh! something special is in the basket!
Is it a treat? Maybe a gift for the birds, or maybe the frogs?
The floral music stops.
The visitor pulls it out, and all of the animals stare in the visitor's direction
The visitor moves behinds an autumn tree...
A loud noise following a newly formed stream, away from the sight of the animals
Meeting the river, turning the new intersection a shade of red and muddy brown
The birds first inspect, and sad chirping wails with their gifts to the visitor; twigs and blades of grass
then the squirrels with their acorns, and the frogs and toads with their flies.
Their friend and their caretaker was gone
