Squirrel's claws tapping, leaves rustling, branches creaking
Birds chirping, singing, cooing
Haunting echoes, single tones in a holding pattern
As well as eighth and sixteenth notes
Staccato and easy listening melodies
AC motor turning on and whirring
Birdsong, appliances, motor bikes humming
Words and phrases inside my head strumming
Airplane engines, distant revving and birdsong chorus
This is the closest I'll come to being in a forest.
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