As the breeze combs the forest trees,
Dead leaves like feathers dance with glee;
Floating and twirling gracefully,
Descending onto the forest glade softly!
Another breeze sways the branches to dance,
To and fro they sashay from side to side;
In rhythmic military precision .
The birds throw in their voices in unison,
And provide the natural orchestra with musical accompaniment;
The woodpecker like a drummer sets the pace,
The whole forest becomes a theatre of enchantment!
Who am I to be accorded with such a great performance?
The show is strictly for the Immortals!